Tigers
Among the red bushes
The undergrowth was already turning. The tiger came down the slope quietly, stepped into the bushes, and stopped exactly where the light caught the foliage. Sometimes you barely click — you just hold your breath.
Tigers
The undergrowth was already turning. The tiger came down the slope quietly, stepped into the bushes, and stopped exactly where the light caught the foliage. Sometimes you barely click — you just hold your breath.