The Serengeti waterhole, wide as a dream, shimmered beneath the baking sun. Zebras came first—skittish, uncertain—darting in and out, stirring silence with splashes and sudden rushes. I had never seen a waterhole so vast in all my travels through Africa. I sat for hours under the relentless heat, drawn in by the frenzy and rhythm of it all. The hush between hoofbeats. The false alarms. The beauty in the chaos. Photographing zebras is never easy—their stripes are a puzzle, crafted to bewilder predator and photographer alike. _____ ART THAT HONORS THE WILD deannadeshea.com © #DeannaDeShea