In the vast African landscape, a buffalo stood on the vast savannah. Ruggedly he looked ahead, every muscle tense but relaxed at the same time, as if he controlled the vast terrain. A few blades of grass still protruded from his mouth, a silent reminder of his recent meal. The soft light of late afternoon played over his rough fur, making him seem both impressive and almost majestic. For a brief moment, the world around him seemed to slow down, while the buffalo simply stood and took in the life around him.
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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