Wildlife at Kruger National Park, South Africa

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This post consists of wildlife photographs taken at Kruger National Park during a Smartours South Africa trip. As we entered Kruger National Park, we were given two options. Join a 7-hour game drive, or stay on the bus and arrive at Protea Kruger Gate Lodge sooner. My husband and I opted for the game drive, … Continue reading

Encounter with an elephant in musth – Hluhluwe Game Reserve

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Along the road at Hlhuhluwe we come across a bull elephant in musth. During musth, “testosterone levels . . . can be as much as 60 times greater than in the same elephant at other times. [And] even the most placid [animals] become highly violent toward humans and other elephants.” (Wikipedia) In the photograph below, the … Continue reading

Photographs from Hluhluwe Umfolozi Game Reserve

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Hluhluwe Umfolozi Game Reserve is known for its white and black rhino populations. The animals pictured here are white rhinos. The rhino shapes its horn by rubbing it on the ground and against trees. The animal below rubs its horn in an unusual fashion. It was traveling with a companion that had developed the same … Continue reading

Views from the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town

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A cable car takes visitors to the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa. Our tour guide, Jeremy Poole, told us that a day as clear as this occurs perhaps five days a year. More often than not, there is is heavy cloud cover over the mountain. We arrived just as the park … Continue reading

The Zebra Hack – a poem from 11th grade

Another childhood writing inspired by a visit to New Orleans.


by Carol Fullerton-Samsel

The carriage nag with chiseled frame
Wears leather halters that inflame
Its sculptured ribs and bony spine;
Thus to its lowly task confined,
The spindly mare with muscles tense
Hauls tourists with indifference
Along the roads that are routine
And over streets with deep ravines.
‘Til early morn the stilled beast works,
But from its task it does not shirk.
And when the beast seems most hard-pressed,
There comes at last a time to rest.
The horse is placed within its stall,
And aged crags within the wall
Allow the moon’s pale misty beams
To filter through and flow in streams
Across the floor and up the mare,
To give the hack a zebra’s wear.
The creature sleeps, but dreams of things
Like cold steel bits and rawhide’s sting.
Exhaust from stagnant traffic gores
At tender nostrils that ignore
Its pungent odor and its bite
As worn hooves clap throughout the night.