~~~~ A photographer tells ~~~~

Mushroom Wonders

With the arrival of the rainy season, our garden in Malawi transforms into a breeding ground for all kinds of mushrooms. Everywhere you look, they sprout from the ground in various shapes and colors. Some stand alone, like tiny islands in the soil, while others cluster together, nestled closely side by side.

Between the pebbles on the sandy shore, delicate caps emerge, their striking pink hues contrasting with the damp ground. Further on, in the dark, moist soil, brown and cream-colored mushrooms appear, while in other spots, white ones push their heads up.

The warm, humid climate allows these fascinating fungi to thrive, as if the garden has a life of its own. The mushrooms come and go, a silent reminder of how dynamic and unpredictable nature can be.

Cheers,

~~~~ A photographer tells ~~~~

The Lonely Guardian of the Honeycomb

In the heart of our garden in Chitimba, a remarkable event took place. High up in a tree, firmly anchored between the branches, a colony of bees built an impressive hanging nest. A masterpiece of nature, a honeycomb formed from perfectly symmetrical hexagonal cells, carefully constructed from beeswax.

For weeks, they were there—a vibrant community, endlessly buzzing, working, building. I observed them, capturing their busy existence, the harmony of their movements, and the dedication with which they maintained their home. Their presence had become natural, a small ecosystem in itself—until that one morning.

Suddenly, there was silence. The familiar buzzing was gone. The bees had disappeared.

Curious, I walked toward the nest and saw what remained: an empty honeycomb, abandoned by its inhabitants. But not completely. One single bee still clung to the honeycomb. Silent, motionless. As if waiting for the colony to return, or simply not knowing where to go. A lonely guardian at a deserted home.

I raised my camera once more and captured the moment: the last bee, faithful to what was once a thriving community. A still image of change, a reminder that nature always follows its own path.

Cheers,

~~~~ A photographer tells ~~~~

Morning tranquility at Lake Malawi

Brothers Fred and Mphatso Luns stood on the shore of Lake Malawi as the sun rose over the calm water. It was early morning in Chitimba, a small village in northern Malawi. The air was cool and the silence was only occasionally disturbed by the gentle sound of the waves.

Fred looked out at the horizon, where the light was slowly coloring the sky, and the world seemed to stand still for a moment. There was cloud, but the sky was slowly clearing.

Fred warmed himself in the rising sun. Mphatso played with a piece of driftwood that had washed ashore. It was a moment of simple peace, in which the day unfolded in all its tranquility.

Cheers,