King's Profile | Central Kalahari, Botswana | "I had a dream about Africa. About the ridge of far-away mountains fading into the bluish horizon. Of the sun, pouring over the sharply cut rim of rocks above the bushveld’s rolling carpet, and I dreamt of the evening light, caressing the warm maroon in a giraffe’s hide while she stood observing the lands she’s roamed since too long ago to be remembered.

And I had a nightmare. The fences put up to ensure the last species’ survival poked into the skies and the leopard dragged its gnarled paw from a poacher’s trap. Eagles got electrocuted in powerlines, no longer flying from their roost in the Drakensberg Mountains of an afternoon.

The fight for conservation is a war stretching over continents and mindsets against greed and ignorance as well as desperation.

But there’s a joined vision, a dedication, to sustain our wildlife, our natural resources, to maybe save what makes our world so incredibly diverse. As long as there are people dedicating their lives to saving the planet’s bounty in all its forms, our wildlife has a chance to survive."