Guardian King, Zambia. Mount and Double Mat 68 x 54cm
This awe-inspiring Guardian King, a magnificent male lion in the heart of Zambia, sat there on the edge of the mighty Zambezi River. His powerful form silhouetted against the late afternoon sun, his mane flowing like a shroud of royalty. I watched him with a profound sense of peace but beneath the tranquil exterior, a current of vigilant authority was evident. As he occasionally dozed off, his massive head resting on his outstretched paws was a testament to the responsibilities of his role. Yet even in his slumber his ears twitched and his nose would sniff the air, attuned to the subtlest of sounds and scents. He was a sentinel, a protector, and his guardianship were unwavering. I had complete respect and awe for this symbol of the eternal life in the African wilderness, where he indeed reigned as king.
This awe-inspiring Guardian King, a magnificent male lion in the heart of Zambia, sat there on the edge of the mighty Zambezi River. His powerful form silhouetted against the late afternoon sun, his mane flowing like a shroud of royalty. I watched him with a profound sense of peace but beneath the tranquil exterior, a current of vigilant authority was evident. As he occasionally dozed off, his massive head resting on his outstretched paws was a testament to the responsibilities of his role. Yet even in his slumber his ears twitched and his nose would sniff the air, attuned to the subtlest of sounds and scents. He was a sentinel, a protector, and his guardianship were unwavering. I had complete respect and awe for this symbol of the eternal life in the African wilderness, where he indeed reigned as king.
This awe-inspiring Guardian King, a magnificent male lion in the heart of Zambia, sat there on the edge of the mighty Zambezi River. His powerful form silhouetted against the late afternoon sun, his mane flowing like a shroud of royalty. I watched him with a profound sense of peace but beneath the tranquil exterior, a current of vigilant authority was evident. As he occasionally dozed off, his massive head resting on his outstretched paws was a testament to the responsibilities of his role. Yet even in his slumber his ears twitched and his nose would sniff the air, attuned to the subtlest of sounds and scents. He was a sentinel, a protector, and his guardianship were unwavering. I had complete respect and awe for this symbol of the eternal life in the African wilderness, where he indeed reigned as king.
Presented in a double matt of Black and white, ready to frame.