Jonathan Shayfer

I had a gallery of photos to choose for the background of my web site. Forests, lakes, seascapes, vistas of classical English countryside.

And I remember as a wee child, enraptured by the magic of the sea, the hands and smiling weather-beaten face of a time long past...

Kingdoms rise then fall, monuments to man's grandiose schemes, now no more than skeletal ruins. But she endures...

A slavering memory of wildebeest in flight, Hyenas shriek in Tanzanian night. Midday nap under Serengeti trees, Roar of triumph as...

Give me your tired, your whining Poms, your coughing masses yearning to be warm. Send us your tempest tossed, hold the course steady...

A lazy evening in Antigua...