On an early drive in Naboisho, and in the ephemeral blue light of pre-sunrise, I saw this back-lit scene with the heavy, moisture-laden clouds at the back and light wispy puffs of mist floating across the plains. All night I’d been listening to lions sounding off all along the valley in which our camp lay, and the thought that these topi were somehow using the mist for cover flashed through my mind… as impossible as that would be.

By Riz Jiwa, entered in aid of The Maa Trust