The sun is high above the savannah. A male lion lies sprawled in the dry grass, his mane like a frayed crown around his head. He yawns loudly and then lets himself fall back into the warm grass with a sigh.
The lion moves no more than his tail tip, which sways languidly back and forth.
He has eaten, he has drunk, and now he mostly possesses the luxury of doing nothing. His strength lies not in hunting today, but in waiting, in displaying his untouchable calm.
Today is a day for lying down, for idling, for the unquestionable ease of being king.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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