Author: Mihaela Limberea

Thursday

This is post 110 of 111 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

  1. Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
  2. From Blossoms
  3. Wild Geese
  4. The Peace of Wild Things
  5. My Gift to You
  6. Departing Spring
  7. The Skylark
  8. What a Strange Thing!
  9. Although The Wind …
  10. The Old Pond
  11. Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand
  12. Hast thou 2 loaves of bread …
  13. Youth and Age
  14. A Postcard From the Volcano
  15. The Kraken
  16. He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
  17. There Is a Solitude of Space
  18. Because I Could Not Stop for Death
  19. Mad Song
  20. Answer July
  21. Success Is Counted Sweetest
  22. Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
  23. The Bluebird
  24. A Vision of the End
  25. The Crying of Water
  26. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey
  27. Winter
  28. The Dark Cavalier
  29. There is no Life or Death
  30. Sheep in Winter
  31. To a Snowflake
  32. Sextain
  33. A Crocodile
  34. Sea Fever
  35. The Giant Cactus of Arizona
  36. The Coming of Night
  37. Going to the Picnic
  38. Moon Tonight
  39. A Southern Night
  40. Greenness
  41. Twilight
  42. On the Wing
  43. In Summer
  44. Before Parting
  45. Sonnet
  46. The Red Wheelbarrow
  47. Acceptance
  48. At The Pool
  49. Incurable
  50. Bluebird and Cardinal
  51. [Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find]
  52. The River
  53. Vas Doloris
  54. Squirrel
  55. Ghosts
  56. The Spirit of Poetry
  57. Nightfall in the Tropics
  58. Journey of the Magi
  59. The City Lights
  60. January
  61. Winter Night
  62. My Heart Has Known Its Winter
  63. Things Said When He Was Gone
  64. Jabberwocky
  65. Expectancy
  66. Surrender
  67. At the Mid Hour of Night
  68. Fog
  69. The Things I Love
  70. Spring
  71. The Earth-Child in the Grass
  72. The Rivals
  73. A Line-storm Song
  74. To the Daisy
  75. It sifts from Leaden Sieves
  76. The Unquiet Grave
  77. In Summer Time
  78. Wine of Summer
  79. The Alchemist
  80. A Serenade
  81. Meeting Ourselves
  82. Early Waking
  83. Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
  84. Art
  85. Freedom and Truth
  86. Sonnet LIX: Love’s Last Gift
  87. Fate
  88. Night
  89. II [Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.]
  90. From “Fungi of Yuggoth” [XIV. Star-winds]
  91. Sun Song
  92. The Dreamer
  93. The Means to Attain Happy Life
  94. Persuasion
  95. Going Somewhere
  96. An Essay on Man – Epistle II
  97. She says, being forbidden:
  98. [The evening darkens over]
  99. Dover Beach
  100. The Poet
  101. Unforgotten
  102. End of the Comedy
  103. On Growing Old
  104. Meditatio
  105. Ecce Puer
  106. 1915
  107. [A Long Time Ago]
  108. No Second Troy
  109. A Tragedy
  110. Thursday
  111. The Cocoon Scheduled for 27th October 2026
This photo features a flock of elegant birds silhouetted in a graceful V-formation against a breathtaking sunset sky. The dark outlines of their extended necks and wings create a striking contrast with the soft gradient backdrop, blending warm orange hues at the bottom into cool pink and purple tones above, evoking a sense of serene migration and endless freedom.

I have had my dream—like others—
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky—
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose—and decide to dream no more.

William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) was an American poet and physician, closely associated with modernism and imagism. 


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My First Swedish Photography Championship

Silver, Sixth, and Six Distinctions: My First SM i Fotografi

I entered six photographs in the Swedish Championship in Photography (SM i Fotografi) this year. All six came out of the digital qualifier with a Distinction and very high scores ranging from 85 to 89 out of 100. Only two could go any further, because the rules allow two images per photographer in the print final.

An adult kangaroo and a small joey touching noses in tall dry golden grass, with a soft green and gray blurred background.
Love. Mama kangaroo and a joey, Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Silver, Wildlife, SM i Fotografi 2026.
Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.
Two kangaroos in silhouette sparring with their forepaws, backlit by an orange sunset, with rim light along their fur and glowing grass below.
Sparring At Sunset. Two Kangaroo Island kangaroos, Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Sixth place, Wildlife, SM i Fotografi 2026. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.

These two did well. Love won silver in the Wildlife category, and Sparring At Sunset placed sixth in the same category.

This was my first time entering, and it hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The results were announced on October 3rd at the prize ceremony in Gothenburg, at the end of a long and lovely day.


How SM i Fotografi Works

SM i Fotografi (Svenska Mästerskapet i Fotografi) is organized by Svenska Porträttfotografers Förbund, the Swedish association of portrait photographers. It runs in two rounds.

The first is a digital qualifier, judged on screen by an international jury. Images can receive a Distinction there, which the competition defines as a very high competition standard.

The highest-scoring images go on to the print final. There they are judged again, this time as physical prints mounted at 40 × 50 cm (about 16 × 20 in). The paper, the print and the mounting are assessed along with the image itself. Each photographer can have at most two images in the final.


The Print Final

An adult kangaroo and a small joey touching noses in tall dry golden grass, with a soft green and gray blurred background.
Love. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.
Two kangaroos in silhouette sparring with their forepaws, backlit by an orange sunset, with rim light along their fur and glowing grass below.
Sparring At Sunset. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.

1) Love: Silver, Wildlife

An adult Kangaroo Island kangaroo (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) and a joey, nose to nose in dry golden grass on Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Printed on Hahnemühle Photo Rag.

Digital Qualifier Score: 86.17

Print Final Score: 83.30

2) Sparring At Sunset: Sixth place, Wildlife

Two Kangaroo sland kangaroos (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) sparring against the low sun. They are reduced to silhouettes, edged in light, over a field of glowing grass. Printed on Canson Platine Fibre Rag.

Digital Qualifier Score: 89.17

Print Final Score: 81.60


The Digital Qualifier

Because of the two-image limit, the other four stayed in the digital round. Each received a Distinction with very high scores (85 to 86 out of 100).

Two male cheetahs sitting in tall pale grass, wrapped in blue-gray mist, one upright facing left and the other lower facing right.
Sentinels. Cheetahs (Acinonyx jubatus), Lapalala Wilderness, Limpopo, South Africa. Distinction, SM i Fotografi 2026. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.
Two kangaroos standing upright facing each other with forepaws touching, on pale open ground in warm, soft backlight.
Voulez-Vous Danser? Two Kangaroo Island kangaroos, Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Distinction, SM i Fotografi 2026. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.
Two Australian sea lions on gray sand leaning toward each other until their noses touch, with dark seaweed and a pale sea behind them.
Sealed With A Kiss. Australian sea lions (Neophoca cinerea), Seal Bay, Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Distinction, SM i Fotografi 2026. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.
A lone Australian sea lion pup on pale wet sand with its head bent low, a soft white line of surf curving behind it.
Wonder. An Australian sea lion (Neophoca cinerea), Seal Bay, Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Distinction, SM i Fotografi 2026. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & RF 100–500mm.

1) Sentinels: Distinction (86)

Two cheetahs (Acinonyx jubatus) sitting in tall grass in the mist, watching in different directions. This was at Lapalala Wilderness, in the Waterberg in South Africa’s Limpopo province. The reserve runs a cheetah reintroduction program, and the species is listed as Vulnerable.

I photographed them early in the morning, before the sun was up, and the morning mist still hung in the air, creating an eerie atmosphere. The brothers were out patrolling their territory and stood still for a few minutes, checking their surroundings.

2) Voulez-Vous Danser?: Distinction (86)

Two young Kangaroo Island kangaroos (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) sparring at sunset. As soon as I saw this photo, I knew what the caption would be. They were learning to fight, but, for a moment, they seemed to dance.  A wonderful moment, frozen in time, that I will always cherish.

Kangaroo Island kangaroo (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) is a sub-species of the Western Grey Kangaroo (Macropus fuliginosus). They look slightly different from their cousins on mainland Australia; they’re shorter with darker, chocolate-brown fur. And way cuter, if you ask me.

3) Sealed With A Kiss: Distinction (86.17)

Two Australian sea lions (Neophoca cinerea) touching noses on the beach at Seal Bay (Kangaroo Island, South Australia). Moments like these are why I love wildlife photography, even more so when knowing how few of these animals are left in the world.

Unique to South and Western Australia,  Australian sea lions are one of the rarest animals in the world, with a total population of around 6.500.  Australian sea lions are on the endangered species list today, having been hunted to near extension in the 19th century. 

4) Wonder: Distinction (85.17)

A single Australian sea lion pup at the waterline at Seal Bay (Kangaroo Island, South Australia). I had a wonderful time watching this young sea lion carefully inspect every stone, stick, and shell on the beach at Seal Bay. It was a beautiful display of innocence and curiosity. Kids, whether human or animal, are always curious!


Where To See “Love” In Print

Love will be part of the exhibition of each category’s top three images at F3 Foto. F3 Foto is the photo fair run by Kamera & Bild photo magazine and SM i Fotografi, and the expo is free to enter.

  • Lund: November 21, 2026, Hotel Scandic Star
  • Stockholm: January 30, 2027, Quality Hotel Strawberry Arena

Thank You!

Thank you to the organizers of SM i Fotografi for a well-run competition and a lovely day and evening in Gothenburg. The full Wildlife results are in the competition gallery.

Six images in, six Distinctions out, and a silver and a sixth on paper. Not a bad first year.


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Favorite Photos: September 2026

This is post 49 of 49 in the series “Favorite Photos”

This series contains my favorite photos processed in a particular month.

  1. My 2022 Favorite Photos
  2. Favorite Photos: January 2023
  3. Favorite Photos: February 2023
  4. Favorite Photos: March 2023
  5. Favorite Photos: April 2023
  6. Favorite Photos: May 2023
  7. Favorite Photos: June 2023
  8. Favorite Photos: July 2023
  9. Favorite Photos: August 2023
  10. Paris Is Always A Good Idea
  11. Favorite Photos: October 2023
  12. Favorite Photos: November 2023
  13. Favorite Photos: December 2023
  14. My 2023 Favorite Photos
  15. Favorite Photos: January 2024
  16. Favorite Photos: February 2024
  17. Favorite Photos: March 2024
  18. Favorite Photos: April 2024
  19. Favorite Photos: May 2024
  20. Favorite Photos: June 2024
  21. Favorite Photos: July 2024
  22. Favorite Photos: August 2024
  23. Favorite Photos: September 2024
  24. Favorite Photos: October 2024
  25. Favorite Photos: November 2024
  26. My 2024 Favorite Photos
  27. Favorite Photos: December 2024
  28. Favorite Photos: January 2025
  29. Favorite Photos: February 2025
  30. Favorite Photos: March 2025
  31. Favorite Photos: April 2025
  32. Favorite Photos: May 2025
  33. Favorite Photos: June 2025
  34. Favorite Photos: July 2025
  35. Favorite Photos: August 2025
  36. Favorite Photos: September 2025
  37. Favorite Photos: October 2025
  38. Favorite Photos: November 2025
  39. My 2025 Favorite Photos
  40. Favorite Photos: December 2025
  41. Favorite Photos: January 2026
  42. Favorite Photos: February 2026
  43. Favorite Photos: March 2026
  44. Favorite Photos: April 2026
  45. Favorite Photos: May 2026
  46. Favorite Photos: June 2026
  47. Favorite Photos: July 2026
  48. Favorite Photos: August 2026
  49. Favorite Photos: September 2026

I processed so many safari photos last month that I took a break and switched to a couple of images from Australia for a while.

A koala rests comfortably in the branches of a eucalyptus tree on Kangaroo Island.
A koala resting comfortably in the branches of a eucalyptus tree on Kangaroo Island, South Australia

This is one of my favorite images from my last Australia trip: a koala posing for the camera. Koalas have to be one of the easiest animals to photograph (they don’t move much) but getting a good photo isn’t easy (they sleep most of the time). This one was right where I found him, in a eucalyptus fork on Kangaroo Island. He didn’t move and didn’t seem bothered by me. Since koalas sleep up to 20 hours a day, most of the time you end up a very convincing furry ornament.

Then, for a few seconds, he tilted his head back and cracked one eye open, and the whole picture changed: something that actually looked like a reaction, even if it was probably just annoyed by the light.

A Kangaroo Island Kangaroo (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) leaps through a sun-drenched meadow on Kangaroo Island.
A Kangaroo Island Kangaroo (Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus) leaps through a sun-drenched meadow on Kangaroo Island.

This isn’t a masterpiece, but I love it for the memories it brings back: sun-drenched fields dotted with kangaroos, tall gum trees, and spiky shapes of grass trees in the background.

We were staying at Ecopia Retreat on Kangaroo Island, and I went outside to check the light. (Camera in hand, of course. You never know what might happen, as this moment shows.) Next thing I knew, a Kangaroo Island kangaroo hopped across the grass just a few steps from our door, a sprig of something green still in its mouth.

It’s a good reminder that wildlife photography isn’t always about the chase. Sometimes it’s about being unhurried in the right place when something decides to walk, or in this case, hop, right past you.

Capturing a moment like this is mostly reflexes and a bit of luck: the light has to be right, the animal has to cooperate, and you have to be quick. I would have preferred the kangaroo to hop towards me, not away from me, but I still love this.When I look at it, I am instantly back on Kangaroo Island. That feeling is exactly what I hope for in a photo.

A majestic Southern white rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum simum) stands bathed in the warm, golden light of a sunset.
A majestic Southern white rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum simum) stands bathed in the warm, golden light of a sunset.

Now we’re back in Africa! We spent a whole afternoon looking for black rhinos, and we finally spotted a rhino mother with her young calf. Black rhinos don’t have the most amiable disposition among animals; you could almost say they’re a bit … well, mean. They have poor eyesight, so they tend to charge first and figure things out later. You definitely don’t want to get too close to a black rhino with her calf.

So we took a few photos from a distance and left, hoping we’d find anything else soon as the light had started to fade. And, as luck would have it, we found two white rhinos standing placidly in that golden light. This is one of them, not as camera-shy as the other. The air was full of dust from the day’s heat, and the sunlight made everything—grass, animals, the whole scene—glow with a warm amber color. That golden light really makes anything look beautiful.

They stood there for a good minute, ears forward, sizing up the vehicle, before deciding we weren’t worth the trouble and going back to browsing.

Two young African bush elephants (Loxodonta africana) playfully interact at dusk in Madikwe Game Reserve.
Two young African bush elephants (Loxodonta africana) playing, Madikwe Game Reserve.

Trunk to trunk at dusk in Madikwe. These two kept me entertained for a good while at Madikwe Game Reserve. (I love watching elephants!). Two young elephants, both dusted red from rolling in the soil, and clearly in the mood for a wrestling match. The smaller one grabbed its mate’s trunk, raised a front leg for extra leverage, and pulled with everything it had. The older one barely reacted; you can see it still has grass hanging from its mouth, chewing through the whole thing. 

I love these moments because they’re so recognizable. Anyone who has watched siblings, puppies, or kids at a playground knows this exact dynamic: one determined instigator, one tolerant target.

Two lionesses (Panthera leo) protectively stand guard over their two young cubs amidst tall, dry grass in Tswalu Kalahari Reserve.
Two lionesses (Panthera leo) protectively stand guard over their two young cubs amidst tall grass in Tswalu Kalahari Reserve.

We spent a long stretch of a morning at Tswalu Kalahari Reserve following this pride (two lionesses and their eight cubs), through grass that came up nearly to the cubs’ shoulders. Then, all at once, the mothers and two of the cubs stopped and turned toward the vehicle at the same moment. That moment lasted seconds, and then they vanished in the tall grass. Fortune favors the prepared, as the saying goes, and I had the camera ready when they turned. I love this photo; it makes such an intimate family photo. 

A young lion cub (Panthera leo) sits alertly on a sandy path in the Tswalu Kalahari Reserve at dusk, with other cubs visible in the soft, diffused light of the nearly faded day.
A young lion cub (Panthera leo) sits alertly on a sandy path in the Tswalu Kalahari Reserve at dusk, with other cubs visible in the soft, diffused light of the nearly faded day.

This little one stopped me in my tracks; it was literally sitting in the middle of a red sand road at Tswalu Kalahari Reserve while the rest of its pride moved through the grass around it. It was late in the afternoon, and the whole group (two adult males, two lionesses, and eight cubs between them) was starting to stir from their rest, heading out to hunt as the sky went soft and dim.

Lion cubs rarely stay still for long. This one gave me maybe two seconds of direct eye contact before turning to catch up with everyone else. I’ll take it.


📸 All photos were taken with Canon R5 Mark II & Canon RF100-500mm F4.5-7.1 L IS USM., except for the lion cub photo that was taken with Canon R5 & Canon RF70-200mm F2.8 L IS USM.


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A Tragedy

This is post 109 of 111 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

  1. Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
  2. From Blossoms
  3. Wild Geese
  4. The Peace of Wild Things
  5. My Gift to You
  6. Departing Spring
  7. The Skylark
  8. What a Strange Thing!
  9. Although The Wind …
  10. The Old Pond
  11. Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand
  12. Hast thou 2 loaves of bread …
  13. Youth and Age
  14. A Postcard From the Volcano
  15. The Kraken
  16. He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
  17. There Is a Solitude of Space
  18. Because I Could Not Stop for Death
  19. Mad Song
  20. Answer July
  21. Success Is Counted Sweetest
  22. Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
  23. The Bluebird
  24. A Vision of the End
  25. The Crying of Water
  26. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey
  27. Winter
  28. The Dark Cavalier
  29. There is no Life or Death
  30. Sheep in Winter
  31. To a Snowflake
  32. Sextain
  33. A Crocodile
  34. Sea Fever
  35. The Giant Cactus of Arizona
  36. The Coming of Night
  37. Going to the Picnic
  38. Moon Tonight
  39. A Southern Night
  40. Greenness
  41. Twilight
  42. On the Wing
  43. In Summer
  44. Before Parting
  45. Sonnet
  46. The Red Wheelbarrow
  47. Acceptance
  48. At The Pool
  49. Incurable
  50. Bluebird and Cardinal
  51. [Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find]
  52. The River
  53. Vas Doloris
  54. Squirrel
  55. Ghosts
  56. The Spirit of Poetry
  57. Nightfall in the Tropics
  58. Journey of the Magi
  59. The City Lights
  60. January
  61. Winter Night
  62. My Heart Has Known Its Winter
  63. Things Said When He Was Gone
  64. Jabberwocky
  65. Expectancy
  66. Surrender
  67. At the Mid Hour of Night
  68. Fog
  69. The Things I Love
  70. Spring
  71. The Earth-Child in the Grass
  72. The Rivals
  73. A Line-storm Song
  74. To the Daisy
  75. It sifts from Leaden Sieves
  76. The Unquiet Grave
  77. In Summer Time
  78. Wine of Summer
  79. The Alchemist
  80. A Serenade
  81. Meeting Ourselves
  82. Early Waking
  83. Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
  84. Art
  85. Freedom and Truth
  86. Sonnet LIX: Love’s Last Gift
  87. Fate
  88. Night
  89. II [Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.]
  90. From “Fungi of Yuggoth” [XIV. Star-winds]
  91. Sun Song
  92. The Dreamer
  93. The Means to Attain Happy Life
  94. Persuasion
  95. Going Somewhere
  96. An Essay on Man – Epistle II
  97. She says, being forbidden:
  98. [The evening darkens over]
  99. Dover Beach
  100. The Poet
  101. Unforgotten
  102. End of the Comedy
  103. On Growing Old
  104. Meditatio
  105. Ecce Puer
  106. 1915
  107. [A Long Time Ago]
  108. No Second Troy
  109. A Tragedy
  110. Thursday
  111. The Cocoon Scheduled for 27th October 2026
Frederic Edwin Church, Twilight in the Wilderness, 1860. Cleveland Museum of Art. Public domain
Frederic Edwin Church, Twilight in the Wilderness, 1860. Cleveland Museum of Art. Public domain

Who’s that walking on the moorland?
  Who’s that moving on the hill?
They are passing ’mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken
  And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.

Who’s that calling on the moorland?
  Who’s that crying on the hill?
Was it bird or was it human,
Was it child, or man, or woman,
  Who was calling so sadly on the hill?

Who’s that running on the moorland?
  Who’s that flying on the hill?
He is there—and there again,
But you cannot see him plain,
  For the shadow lies so darkly on the hill.

What’s that lying in the heather?
  What’s that lurking on the hill?
My horse will go no nearer,
And I cannot see it clearer,
  But there’s something that is lying on the hill.

Arthur Conan Doyle (1859 – 1930) was a British writer, poet and physician. He is best known for his stories about the fictional consulting detective Sherlock Holmes and his assistant Dr. Watson, and for his first work featuring Professor Challenger, The Lost World (1912), which gave its name to a subgenre of speculative fiction.


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The Guide by Peter Heller

The Guide is a novel by American writer Peter Heller, published by Knopf in 2021. It is a follow-up to his 2019 novel The River, continuing the story of Jack, a young Colorado outdoorsman still grieving the deaths of his mother and his best friend. Set during the lingering aftermath of a pandemic, the book finds Jack taking a job as a fishing guide at Kingfisher Lodge, an exclusive resort on a gated stretch of river known locally as Billionaire’s Mile. Assigned to guide a famous singer, Jack begins to notice things at the lodge that don’t add up — and the idyllic retreat slowly reveals a darker purpose. Part literary nature writing, part thriller.


There’s a scream in the night, early in this book. Jack, the new guide at Kingfisher Lodge, hears it from his cabin and can’t unhear it. Everything at the lodge is beautiful — a mile and a half of perfect trout water, cabins for guests who arrive by helicopter, rules about where you can and can’t walk. The scream doesn’t fit. The whole novel lives in that gap between the beauty and the wrongness, and Heller is in no hurry to close it.

Jack is the same Jack from The River, Heller’s previous novel, and he arrives carrying that book’s grief with him — his best friend Wynn is dead, his mother before that, and he blames himself for both. I read The River first, and I’m glad I did. You don’t have to; this one stands on its own. But knowing what Jack lost, and how, gives every quiet scene on the water a second layer. If you have the choice, read them in order.

Jack takes the guiding job to be near water and away from people, and Heller gives him long, patient days of exactly that: rigging lines, reading currents, netting trout for a client. The client is Alison, a singer famous enough to need a gated river to hide behind. What grows between them grows slowly, without any of the usual machinery. Two careful people, both good at what they do, figuring each other out on a riverbank.

The fishing is not filler. Heller was a longtime outdoor and adventure writer before he was a novelist, and the river passages are the real thing — which fly, which seam of current, what the water is doing today that it wasn’t yesterday. There’s a passage early on where Jack wades in alone and starts to cast, and Heller does something small and perfect with the prose: he’s listing the pleasures of the rhythm — line, dropper, dry fly — and the sentence cuts off mid-thought at a dash, because that’s the instant the trout takes. The interruption is the strike. Then the syntax goes headlong, clause tumbling after clause while Jack runs and stumbles downstream after the fish, and the paragraph ends with him losing track of time, of his own name, and finding himself “as close as he could come to something like joy.” That “something like” is the whole book: a grieving man reaching for joy and honestly reporting the distance still left. I read it on Kindle, where you can’t riffle back through pages the way you can with a paper book, and this was the passage that made me wish I could.

Then there’s the lodge itself. The pandemic sits quietly in the background — the book is set in the near aftermath of one, a little worse than ours — and Kingfisher sells its billionaire guests safety along with the trout. Locked gates. Health checks. A doctor on call. Jack starts noticing what the safety is actually made of, and the novel tips, gradually and then quickly, from A River Runs Through It (Norman Maclean’s book) into something much darker. If I have a complaint, it’s the speed of that last stretch. After so many patient chapters, the final act moves like a different book. It’s done well. It’s just faster than the novel taught me to expect.

I’d hand this to a friend whether they’ve read The River or not — it’s a good book either way. But I’d hand it faster to a friend who loves being outdoors. If nature to you means a park on a Sunday, an ice cream, and noticing the pigeons at your most adventurous, the long river passages may test you. If you know what it is to stand in moving water and pay attention, this book was written for you.


Peter Heller (b. 1959) is an American novelist and longtime adventure and outdoor writer. His novels include the national bestsellers The Dog Stars, The River, and The Guide, the latter a sequel of sorts to The River.


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No Second Troy

This is post 108 of 111 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

  1. Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
  2. From Blossoms
  3. Wild Geese
  4. The Peace of Wild Things
  5. My Gift to You
  6. Departing Spring
  7. The Skylark
  8. What a Strange Thing!
  9. Although The Wind …
  10. The Old Pond
  11. Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand
  12. Hast thou 2 loaves of bread …
  13. Youth and Age
  14. A Postcard From the Volcano
  15. The Kraken
  16. He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
  17. There Is a Solitude of Space
  18. Because I Could Not Stop for Death
  19. Mad Song
  20. Answer July
  21. Success Is Counted Sweetest
  22. Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
  23. The Bluebird
  24. A Vision of the End
  25. The Crying of Water
  26. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey
  27. Winter
  28. The Dark Cavalier
  29. There is no Life or Death
  30. Sheep in Winter
  31. To a Snowflake
  32. Sextain
  33. A Crocodile
  34. Sea Fever
  35. The Giant Cactus of Arizona
  36. The Coming of Night
  37. Going to the Picnic
  38. Moon Tonight
  39. A Southern Night
  40. Greenness
  41. Twilight
  42. On the Wing
  43. In Summer
  44. Before Parting
  45. Sonnet
  46. The Red Wheelbarrow
  47. Acceptance
  48. At The Pool
  49. Incurable
  50. Bluebird and Cardinal
  51. [Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find]
  52. The River
  53. Vas Doloris
  54. Squirrel
  55. Ghosts
  56. The Spirit of Poetry
  57. Nightfall in the Tropics
  58. Journey of the Magi
  59. The City Lights
  60. January
  61. Winter Night
  62. My Heart Has Known Its Winter
  63. Things Said When He Was Gone
  64. Jabberwocky
  65. Expectancy
  66. Surrender
  67. At the Mid Hour of Night
  68. Fog
  69. The Things I Love
  70. Spring
  71. The Earth-Child in the Grass
  72. The Rivals
  73. A Line-storm Song
  74. To the Daisy
  75. It sifts from Leaden Sieves
  76. The Unquiet Grave
  77. In Summer Time
  78. Wine of Summer
  79. The Alchemist
  80. A Serenade
  81. Meeting Ourselves
  82. Early Waking
  83. Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
  84. Art
  85. Freedom and Truth
  86. Sonnet LIX: Love’s Last Gift
  87. Fate
  88. Night
  89. II [Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.]
  90. From “Fungi of Yuggoth” [XIV. Star-winds]
  91. Sun Song
  92. The Dreamer
  93. The Means to Attain Happy Life
  94. Persuasion
  95. Going Somewhere
  96. An Essay on Man – Epistle II
  97. She says, being forbidden:
  98. [The evening darkens over]
  99. Dover Beach
  100. The Poet
  101. Unforgotten
  102. End of the Comedy
  103. On Growing Old
  104. Meditatio
  105. Ecce Puer
  106. 1915
  107. [A Long Time Ago]
  108. No Second Troy
  109. A Tragedy
  110. Thursday
  111. The Cocoon Scheduled for 27th October 2026
A small bird stands alone on a mossy rock in a deeply atmospheric, fog-shrouded forest rendered in cool blue-grey tones, evoking a sense of quiet mystery and solitude.

Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939), Irish poet considered one of the greatest English-language poets of the 20th century. Yeats was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.


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Favorite Photos: August 2026

This is post 48 of 49 in the series “Favorite Photos”

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A young lion cub with golden fur stares alertly from its perch on a thick, rough tree branch, bathed in dappled sunlight.
A young lion cub with golden fur stares alertly from its perch on a thick, rough tree branch, bathed in dappled sunlight. Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa

This lion cub had claimed a dead tree limb at Tswalu and wasn’t in any hurry to move. The morning light was coming through the branches in broken bars, and for a few minutes it landed across the cub’s coat almost exactly matching its own natural striping.

I had maybe two minutes before the light shifted and the moment closed. Field photography is mostly waiting through long stretches of nothing for windows like that one, and knowing enough about light and behavior to be ready when it opens.

An adorable lion cub is playfully chewing on a piece of bark while resting on a tree trunk. Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa
An adorable lion cub is playfully chewing on a piece of bark while resting on a tree trunk. Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa

This lion cub had found a piece of bark and was not about to let it go: claws dug into the trunk, teeth locked on, eyes fixed somewhere past the camera. I photographed him at Tswalu, with his mother, three siblings, and another lioness with her own four cubs all resting just out of frame. What struck me was how much concentration he brought to something so small. No prey in sight, no real stakes, just a stick and the full attention of a growing predator. His mother kept glancing over now and then, the kind of watching that lets a cub get away with a little mischief.

Close-up shot of lioness feeding on a zebra carcass. Lapalala Wilderness, South Africa
Lioness feeding on a zebra carcass. Noka Camp, South Africa

This lioness had a kill to herself when we found her at Noka Camp in South Africa, and she was making the most of it. Every minute or two she’d raise her head, scan the grass, and check on us, a quick, unhurried look before returning to her meal. I caught her in one of those pauses, tongue mid-lick, blood still fresh on her muzzle, eyes straight into the camera.

There’s nothing pretty about a kill site. The sounds alone are something you don’t forget. But sitting quietly nearby while a predator simply gets on with her life is one of the most honest experiences the bush offers.

Wild dogs hunting a lone oryx in the dry, grassy savanna of the Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa
Wild dogs hunting a lone oryx in the grassy savanna of the Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa

This is one of those Kalahari mornings that started slow and ended fast. Five African wild dogs surround a lone gemsbok (Oryx gazella, the ones with the long straight horns), and for a while, nothing happens beyond circling and posturing. Then the oryx makes a break for a stand of bush nearby, and the dogs go from testing distance to a full sprint in an instant, yelping the whole way as they close in. The oryx made it to cover. The dogs didn’t get there first. I sat with this scene for a long stretch, not knowing which way it would break, and then it broke all at once. 

A roe deer family grazes peacefully among the gravestones of Vienna's Zentralfriedhof
A roe deer family grazes peacefully among the gravestones of Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof

I went out early that morning and found not one but four roe deer moving through Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof: a little family sharing one strip of morning light.

This cemetery keeps surprising me. It’s one of the largest in Europe, and between the old trees, the quiet, and the lack of foot traffic before mid-morning, it’s become a real refuge for wildlife: deer, squirrels, crows, kestrels, even the occasional wild hamster if you know where to look. 

Mornings like this are the reason I keep coming back to this cemetery with a camera: the light, the quiet, and animals that have made this ground their own. 

A red squirrel climbs a tree trunk in Vienna's Zentralfriedhof.
A red squirrel climbs a tree trunk in Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof.

Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof isn’t where I expected to spend an afternoon photographing squirrels, but the old trees and thick ivy along the paths have made it one of the more reliable places in the city to find them undisturbed. This red squirrel climbed a trunk a few feet from a headstone, stopped to get its bearings, and gave me maybe four seconds before it disappeared into the canopy.

Working in a cemetery changes how you move: slower, more deliberate, aware you’re a guest in someone else’s quiet place. It’s also taught me to look past the obvious subjects. The wildlife here isn’t hiding from the city; it’s found a corner of it that nobody bothers.

It’s strange how often the animals show up somewhere you weren’t looking for them. I’ve had more luck with squirrels, foxes, and deer in cemeteries and old parks than in places actually set aside for wildlife.


📸 All photos were taken with Canon R5 Mark II & Canon RF100-500mm F4.5-7.1 L IS USM, except the deer family, taken with Canon R5 & Canon RF70-200mm F2.8 L IS USM.


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Child of the Jungle by Sabine Kuegler

Child of the Jungle: The True Story of a Girl Caught Between Two Worlds is a memoir by German author Sabine Kuegler. It was first published in Germany in 2005 as Dschungelkind, with the English version released the same year and the US edition in 2007. In 1980, when Sabine was seven, she moved with her parents, who were linguists and missionaries, to a remote river settlement in West Papua, Indonesia. They went there to live among the Fayu, a tribe of about four hundred people who had only recently come into contact with outsiders. The book tells the story of the ten years she spent growing up in the rainforest and the confusion she felt when, at seventeen, she left for boarding school in Switzerland.


In the second part of the book, a seventeen-year-old girl stands by a Swiss road, unable to cross because the cars are too fast, too many, and too loud. This is the same girl who once swam in crocodile-filled rivers, hunted with a bow, and knew which snakes to avoid and which grubs to eat. Yet here, she is overwhelmed by traffic. The real twist is that she sees the jungle as home and Europe as the wild, and this idea is what drives Child of the Jungle.

When Sabine Kuegler was seven, her parents, who were linguists studying an unwritten language, moved the family to live with the Fayu in West Papua. The tribe had only recently been contacted, and the Kueglers were the first outsiders to live with them. What follows is a childhood very different from most, and Kuegler never exaggerates her experiences. She chews dried bat wing like other children chew gum. She learns archery from Fayu boys. She observes a culture where revenge killing is not rare but part of daily life, and she describes it with the calm, clear perspective of a child who sees it as ordinary.


The book’s main strength is its childlike clarity. Kuegler writes in short, simple sentences. At first, I thought this made the book weaker, but I later realized it was intentional. She doesn’t describe the jungle as an outsider. Instead, she writes from the perspective of a child who grew up there. Some memoirists try to sound poetic, which can feel like an adult correcting the child’s story. Kuegler avoids this. She keeps her writing at the child’s level, which makes her story believable.

I spend much of my life waiting quietly in the forests of Sweden, so I noticed something in her descriptions of learning to read a landscape. She shows that sounds have meaning, certain movements matter, and the river changes from one day to the next. This kind of attention isn’t magical; it comes from experience. It seems ordinary until the moment it becomes useful. Kuegler had learned this by age ten. Most of us spend our adult lives trying to gain even a little of that skill.

But the real focus of the book isn’t adventure, it’s grief. The person closest to Kuegler is Ohri, a Fayu boy who becomes like a brother to her. His death from tuberculosis, an illness brought from outside, is the turning point in the story. The book lets you notice this without making it dramatic. Only after Ohri’s death does she decide to leave. The Swiss sections that follow are some of the most unusual descriptions of culture shock I’ve read, because the shock goes in the opposite direction. Escalators frighten her. Small talk feels like a ritual she can’t understand. Money makes no sense to someone raised in a sharing culture. She says she learned fear in Europe, not in the jungle.


My main reservation is about the book’s structure. The European sections are much shorter, while the jungle gets the longer, more detailed middle part. The harder, more personal part of the story, rebuilding yourself when your old world is far away, gets fewer pages. I understand why, since the jungle is what the book highlights. Still, the real theme is displacement, and I would have traded one crocodile story for twenty more pages about Switzerland.

The book also raises a question it doesn’t fully explore: even though her family was loving, their presence was part of the long process that changed the Fayu forever. Kuegler mentions this (the title’s ‘two worlds’ has a double meaning) but since she was a child, the story stays in the child’s perspective. When the book became a bestseller in Germany, some readers thought this was evasive. I found the book honest about its limits, but I would have liked more of the adult’s reflection.


What stays with me most is a sense of homesickness. Kuegler misses a place that, as she knew it, no longer exists. Not because it was destroyed, but because of contact, time, and her leaving. This is a special kind of loss: not losing a place, but losing a version of the world. Anyone who has changed countries, careers, or even their sense of self will know what I mean. I do.


Sabine Kuegler (b. 1972 in Patan, Nepal) is a German author. Dschungelkind spent months on the German bestseller lists and was adapted into a feature film in 2011; her sequel, Ruf des Dschungels (Call of the Jungle), appeared in 2006.

Translator Note

The English edition was translated by Christian Kuegler, the author’s brother, who grew up among the Fayu alongside her, a rare case of a translator who lived the story he was translating.


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The Wild Side of Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof: A Cemetery as a Last Refuge

I went to Vienna in July to photograph wildlife, and I spent three days doing it in a cemetery.

That needs some explaining, so here it is: Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof is one of the largest cemeteries in Europe, and it has quietly become one of the most reliable places on the continent to see a critically endangered mammal. It also holds roe deer, red squirrels, kestrels, jays, foxes, and — according to researchers who have been counting since 2021 — around 170 animal species in total. None of this was planned. The cemetery was designed for the dead. The living moved in on their own.

I was there from July 6 to 8, 2026, entering at Gate 2 each morning. This post covers what lives there, where I found it, and how to plan a visit of your own.

Why Cemeteries Work as Habitat

The short answer is that large old cemeteries offer what most of the surrounding landscape no longer does: continuity.

Across Central Europe, farmland has been consolidated into larger fields with fewer hedgerows and margins. Forests have been fragmented by roads. Grassland is mown early and often. For species that need undisturbed ground, mature trees, or a few square meters that stay the same from year to year, a lot of the countryside has stopped working.

A roe deer family grazes peacefully among the gravestones of Vienna's Zentralfriedhof.
A roe deer family grazes peacefully among the gravestones of Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof. Canon EOS R5 & Canon RF 70–200mm.

A cemetery like the Zentralfriedhof, by contrast, has been left more or less alone for 150 years. It opened on November 1, 1874. It covers 2.5 square kilometers (about 620 acres, or just under one square mile), which makes it a green space larger than many urban parks. It has old trees, dense ivy, watered plantings, no traffic, no pesticides on the scale used in agriculture, and — critically — humans who move slowly, stay on paths, and go home at closing time.

Since 2021, a citizen science project run by the University of Vienna together with Friedhöfe Wien, called Biodiversität am Friedhof, has documented roughly 170 animal species and around 200 plant species at the Zentralfriedhof alone. Vienna’s cemeteries together hold an estimated 70 to 100 European hamsters, a species now classified as critically endangered.

The wildest section is the Alter jüdischer Friedhof — the old Jewish cemetery — in the eastern part of the grounds, roughly between Gate 1 and Gate 11. Large parts of it have been left unchanged since 1916. The grass grows tall and is not mown. Stones lean and sink. Ivy covers everything. It is, without much competition, the best wildlife habitat inside the walls, and it was where I spent most of my time.


What Lives There

A roe deer buck in Zentralfriedhof, Vienna, with an out of focus mourner at a grave behind it.
A roe deer buck in Zentralfriedhof, Vienna. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

Roe deer (Capreolus capreolus)

I found deer almost exclusively in the old Jewish cemetery, in the stretch between Gate 11 and Gate 1. The tall unmown grass gives them cover and food, and the density of old headstones means there is always something to step behind. However, they can be found here and there in other parts of the cemetery as well, especially if there’s (noisy) maintenance work being done in their favorite spots.

They are used to people, but not indifferent to them. Walking with obvious purpose sends them off; drifting slowly, stopping often, looking at graves rather than at the animal, and they will carry on browsing.

European hamster with rust-brown back and black underside sitting upright in short grass between headstones at Vienna Central Cemetery.
A European hamster (Cricetus cricetus) standing between grave headstones. Critically endangered since 2020, and one of the reasons this cemetery matters. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

European hamster (Cricetus cricetus)

This is the species that put the cemetery on the map for wildlife watchers. The European hamster — also called the black-bellied hamster — is a genuinely wild animal, unrelated to the pet species, and it is far larger and more strikingly marked than most people expect: rust-brown above, black underneath, with white patches. It was reclassified as critically endangered in 2020 after steep declines across its western range.

The Zentralfriedhof is one of the few places where it can be seen reliably. It appeared in the BBC’s Seven Worlds, One Planet, and Friedhöfe Wien now runs guided hamster tours.

I found them in groups 22, 23, 28, and 29 (see map at the bottom of this post) — the open, mown grass squares in the western half of the cemetery, not far from the Park der Ruhe und Kraft. They dig burrows in the grass between graves and are most active in the early morning and again in the afternoon. I also saw one running through the old Jewish cemetery, well away from the usual squares, so they are clearly not confined to the known spots.

Red squirrel with ear tufts on a tree trunk among old gravestones, Vienna Central Cemetery.
A red squirrel (Sciurus vulgaris) in the older wooded sections. No gray squirrels here to compete with, and no shortage of mature trees. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

Red squirrel (Sciurus vulgaris)

Common throughout the wooded and older sections. Unlike in much of the UK, red squirrels here face no competition from grays, and the cemetery’s mature trees suit them well. They are noticeably relaxed around visitors.

Common kestrel standing on a gravestone at Vienna Central Cemetery
A common kestrel (Falco tinnunculus) standing on a headstone. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

Common kestrel (Falco tinnunculus)

Kestrels were hunting all over the cemetery; I found them in several different sections rather than one reliable spot. The Church of St. Charles Borromeo (the Luegerkirche) at the center of the grounds is a known nesting site, but the birds range widely, and the open mown squares give them exactly the kind of short-grass hunting ground they need.

Hooded crow with gray body and black head perched on a weathered gravestone, Vienna Central Cemetery.
A hooded crow (Corvus cornix) on a headstone. Gray and black against pale stone, and entirely unbothered by me. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

Hooded crow (Corvus cornix)

Present everywhere, and worth photographing rather than dismissing. The gray-and-black plumage against pale stone is a gift, and hooded crows are alert enough to make good behavioral subjects: caching food, mobbing the kestrels, working the paths after the maintenance crews have been through.

An Eurasian Jay perches on a gravestone in Vienna's Zentralfriedhof, creating a scene of unexpected life amidst solemnity.
An Eurasian Jay perches on a gravestone in Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof, creating a scene of unexpected life amidst solemnity. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius)

Shyer than the crows and harder to photograph, but regular in the wooded sections and the old Jewish cemetery. Listen first — the harsh call gives them away long before you see the blue wing patch.

And the rest

Foxes, European hares, and hedgehogs are all documented residents, along with a long list of insects including the endangered Alpine longhorn beetle. I didn’t photograph any of them on this trip, which is a reasonable argument for going back.


Visiting the Zentralfriedhof

1) Getting there

The cemetery sits in Simmering, Vienna’s 11th district, on the southeastern edge of the city. Despite the name, it is not central — count on 25 to 30 minutes from the city center.

  • Tram 71 is the classic route, running from the Ring (Schwarzenbergplatz, Oper/Karlsplatz, Schottentor) along Simmeringer Hauptstraße with four separate stops along the cemetery’s northern side, one at each of Gates 1 through 4.
  • Tram 11 covers the same cemetery stops and connects at Simmering, the terminus of the U3 metro line.
  • S7 train stops at Zentralfriedhof station, near Gate 11. This is the line that runs to and from the airport, which makes the cemetery an easy first or last stop on a trip.
  • By car, parking is available at Gates 1, 2, 3, 9, and 11, and you can drive inside for a fee on most days.

Route planning and tickets: Wiener Linien. A 24- or 48-hour pass is worth it if you’re visiting more than once.

2) Gates, hours, and getting around inside

Vienna Zentralfriedhof Cemetery Map
Vienna Zentralfriedhof Map, iPhone 17 Pro max

Gate 2 (Tor 2) at Simmeringer Hauptstraße 234 is the main entrance and the one I used every day. It has the Infopoint (free printed maps — take one, the grounds are enormous), a shop, audio guides, the funeral museum, e-bike rental, and Café Oberlaa.

Official opening hours are seasonal: April through September, daily 7:00 to 19:00, with Thursdays until 20:00 from May through August; 8:00 to 17:00 in midwinter. Check the official Friedhöfe Wien page before you go. Two practical notes: side gates open up to an hour later and close up to an hour earlier than the main gate, and in practice Gate 2 was already open when I arrived at 6:45 each morning — worth trying if you want the early light.

Admission is free. A free electric shuttle bus runs through the grounds from 10:00, stopping at 19 points, and e-bikes can be rented at Gate 2. The cemetery is 2.5 km (1.5 miles) end to end, so some form of transport is genuinely useful if you want to cover ground between sessions.

There are restrooms scattered throughout the grounds, which matters more than it sounds when you’re walking a site this size.

3) Timing your visit

Early morning is best. Animals are more active, the paths are empty, and the light is better. I arrived at 6:45 and stayed until 3 p.m. each day, which was more than the wildlife activity strictly justified but gave me time to explore.

The thing nobody warns you about is maintenance. On Monday there was work going on across large parts of the cemetery — mowing, tree cutting, and watering with small machines that have surprisingly loud engines. It moves the animals out of whole sections. If you can, plan more than one visit so a noisy day doesn’t cost you the trip.

Weather during my visit was mostly overcast with the sun breaking through occasionally, which suited the subject well: soft light on pale stone, no harsh shadows between the graves.

A young roe deer with small antlers stands among gravestones at Vienna's Zentralfriedhof.
A young roe deer with small antlers stands among gravestones at Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof. Canon EOS R5 Mark II & Canon RF 100–500mm.

4) Photography and etiquette

Photographing wildlife here is unproblematic, and nobody bothered me over three days. Photographing graves, funerals, or mourners is a different matter entirely — this is a working cemetery with burials taking place daily. Keep your distance from anything that is clearly private, and stay off the graves themselves.

5) Gear

I worked with two bodies:

  • Canon EOS R5 Mark II with the RF 100–500mm. The main wildlife setup, and what did most of the work here — the hamsters, the kestrels, and anything that wouldn’t let me close.
  • Canon EOS R5 with the RF 70–200mm f/2.8. Short for wildlife on paper, and it was. But it earned its place on the larger animals, where the wider framing let me include the headstones and lanterns that make these images make sense. At f/2.8 it also rendered the tall golden grass of the old Jewish cemetery into exactly the kind of smooth background I wanted — something the 100–500 can’t quite match at the same distances.

If I had to bring one lens, it would be the 100–500. If I could bring two, I’d bring the same two again.

6) Food

Café Oberlaa at the main entrance is really good, everything you would expect from a Viennese café. I had breakfast and lunch there on all three days, and the cakes are worth the detour on their own.


What It Means

There is a version of this post that ends on a note about beauty and stillness. I’d rather end on the arithmetic.

A roe deer buck living out his life inside a walled cemetery in the 11th district of Vienna is not there because the cemetery is ideal. He is there because a burial ground on the edge of a city of two million people offers better habitat than a great deal of the countryside beyond it. The same goes for the hamsters, which have declined so severely across France, Germany, and Eastern Europe that a Viennese cemetery now counts as a stronghold.

That’s a useful thing to know when we talk about conservation. Protected habitat doesn’t only look like national parks. Sometimes it looks like ground that nobody has plowed, sprayed, mown, or built on for 150 years — and the reason nobody has is that we set it aside for something else entirely.


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An Announcement With Nothing to Look At

The image shows a woman with curly blonde hair and glasses, wearing a light-colored, collared shirt and a dark green jacket tied around her waist. She is smiling warmly and looking down at a koala she is holding securely in her arms.

I’m so excited to announce that two of my photographs are finalists in the Swedish photography championship 2026 (SM i Fotografi 2026 in Swedish) in the nature and wildlife category. This means they’re among the top ten wildlife photos in Sweden this year. I still need to pinch myself!

I would love to show you the pictures, but unfortunately, I’m not allowed to yet. All images are kept under wraps until the results are announced on October 3rd. Until then, I’ll be the person cheerfully going on about two pictures I can’t let you see. This may be the least visual post I’ve ever published: an announcement with nothing to look at. I’ll post the photos as soon as I can afterward.

Screenshot of the Swedish photography championship e-mail announcement
Screenshot of the Swedish photography championship finalists list in the Wildlife category

(In the meantime, here are the announcement e-mail and the finalists list in the Wildlife category.)

This is the first year I entered this prestigious competition, organized by the Swedish Portrait Photographers Association. My goal was to score well on all photos (a few points above the professional photographer level) and, as a stretch goal, have one photo in the print final. Above all, I was going to participate to learn the ropes and be better next year. So, I’m pleased with the results since I’ve already reached my goals. Anything beyond these is a bonus. I may have had more photos in the final, actually, since every photographer is allowed only two photos in the print final in one category. I had submitted six. (I’m going to allow myself a small, undignified moment of pride about that.)

In the print final, photos are judged by looking at the actual prints, mounted on a wall and lit the same way as everyone else’s, not by how they look on a screen. That means the next few weeks are all about the careful details: picking the right paper, making test prints, measuring everything exactly, and checking every corner for tiny flaws a judge might spot up close. It’s not as exciting as taking the photos, and honestly, it’s not as fun either. But I’m looking forward to the prize ceremony and the party afterward!

If you’re so inclined, please keep your fingers crossed for me. Thank you!


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