The Puku, along with the impala, is ubiquitous in Zambia's Luangwa Valley. It is sturdier than the impala, and lacks its markings. Pukus emit a shrill whistle, almost like birds. This female puku came to drink from a pond behind our tented camp every morning. The rising sun glows in a marshy pond, edged in darkness broken only by the silhouette of the puku. There is a sense of peace, loneliness, and perhaps even vulnerability here. To stand in a tented camp and see a sight like this is an important part of the Safari experience. This image is based on abstraction and mood. I am asking my viewers to bring themselves to this place and see it, and perhaps even listen to it, along with me.