REMEMBERING THE KALAHARI GEMSBOK PARK

I have visited the Kalahari Gemsbok Park on two occasions both of which were fantastic.  As you drive along the river beds, there is a flash of colour and suddenly a Lilac-breasted Roller bird appears. Under a tree are two lions recovering from a heavy meal.  Further along there is a sight I shall never forget.   A leopard had killed a cheetah and hung it from a tree branch. Three young cheetahs were peering from behind a small hill looking for their mother. It was incredibly sad and sometimes the cruelty of nature is more than my sensibilities can cope with.

At night the black-backed Jackals creep around the campsite hunting for scaps.  They are shy and nervous.

When there is a short spell of rain, the park takes on a new cloak of green grass and wild flowers pop up from nowhere.  

A sandstorm is not a pleasant experience.  Within minutes one is surround by a red haze and visibility is non-existent.

Here are two paintings I have done of this park . Hope you like them.

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