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Dark clouds fill the sky over fort Marlborough. This fort is one of surviving British colonial buildings in Bengkulu - Indonesia.

Read more about fort Marlborough at virtualadrian.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-impressive-fort-ma...

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We saw this wild female Puma (Puma concolor) as a cub in 2018. Her mother is called “Sarmiento” - her territory covers the area surrounding Lago Sarmiento, pictured in the background. This cat, called “Petaca” (little one) by local guides, surveys the heights bordering the lake. Apparently her mother has allowed her to hang in the territory, at least for now.

Mythical Beauty - With its beautiful coloration & spiral horns, the Blackbuck, is in my opinion one of the most beautiful antelope in the world - looking straight out of a storybook.

Special thanks to my local guide for realizing my dream of seeing the large herds of this species and making this image possible.

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Species: Blackbuck (Antilope cervicapra)

Location: Gujarat, IN

Equipment: Canon EOS R5 + EF 600mm IS II + EF 1.4x III Extender

Settings: 1/3200s, ISO: 400, f/8 @840mm EFL, Handheld w Beanbag Support, Electronic Shutter

B28I0990.jpg Chapada Dos Guimaraes - Mato Grosso - Brazil

There's here a lot of opportunities for bird watching in the Cerrado vegetation.

Fernando Frosini is a local guide who knows very well this area (and Bom Jardim / Nobres too).

You can join him on Facebook : Fernando Pantanal Tour Guide

Or : atendimento@pousadaventosul.com

The first evening in the Golden Circle came down to a straight fight between two waterfalls, both of which lay twenty odd miles from our base camp at Flúðir. To the north east lay the dramatic Gullfoss and its ninety degree bend down a narrow canyon. A textbook Icelandic monster with a powerful deep plunge that would surely take the breath away. Meanwhile, to the north west sat Brúarfoss, a subtle blue meltwater beauty quite unlike any other we’d see on this trip. And while Gullfoss would bring the challenge of trying to compose shots surrounded by large numbers of other visitors, we felt sure that it would be quieter at its rather more modest contender. And as long as we didn’t feel overwhelmed by the prospect of a two mile walk in either direction along the riverbank to get there, quieter seemed to be winning out. And of course, Brúarfoss would offer something rather different. Sadly we wouldn’t make it to Gullfoss this time around, but while there are still plenty of places to visit, there are lots of reasons to keep making plans.

 

Access to the waterfall had been improved relatively recently by the development of a brand new car park with space for around twenty vehicles to pull up right beside the River Brúará, from where it was a case of pulling on the welly boots and beginning the muddy yomp towards the main attraction. It was a walk that would take us past two support acts in the form of the unpronounceable Hlauptungufoss, and the appropriately named Miðfoss, both of which deserved attention in their own right - or at least they would have done if we’d got here earlier. In reminding myself of their names all these months later, I’ve come across a particularly fine shot of Miðfoss by one Pall Jokull Petursson on the page of the online satellite map. Pall is described as a local guide, level five, with eight hundred and forty points, whatever that means. Answers on a postcard please, but no points awarded for working out where he’s from with a name like that. He probably goes there during his lunch hour. Sadly, Pall isn’t a member of our community, but he’s already inspired me to return earlier in the day and have a proper look for myself.

 

The path was as mucky as you might expect it to be in Iceland in September. Too warm to freeze and turn into treachery, and too damp to make it anything other than a semi swamp, the welly boots proved to be essential on the two mile trail. Sometimes we would be wading through forty or fifty yards of glue like mud, eight inches deep, without any respite at all. But in wellies it was enormous fun, especially when meeting day trippers heading back towards their cars who’d failed to change out of their no longer pristine white trainers. And on this quiet trail through the autumn oranges and yellows of low brown scrub and willowy silver saplings, it was a very pleasant squelching stroll indeed. A space in which to chatter away about nothing in particular as the anticipation continued to build. Somewhere around the halfway point the path branched left towards the riverbank at Hlauptungufoss, from where we hugged the edge of the water all the way to our prize. And what a prize it was. As the bridge came into view, the last party was making their exit. We had the beautiful baby blue waterfall to ourselves.

 

Compositionally, being limited to the bridge, including on the alcove underneath the western side of it, was challenging. Ideally I’d have liked to have been able to get down closer to the water, and there is supposedly a scramble down to it, but I couldn’t find it. Perhaps it’s become overgrown or been blocked off deliberately to deter over-confident adventurers as it could be all too easy to disappear into that washing machine spin of a blue swirl in an unwary moment. So the bridge it was, which left us with zooming into the falls and zooming out to the bigger picture. Just to add to the challenges, all traces of texture left the sky. And if you’ve read the previous story from here, you’ll know that I was completely unaware of the fact that I’d spent the entire session in jpeg only mode. I won’t relive the sorry tale all over again. Suffice to say I’d love to return with a bit more time to spare, maybe in mid summer when the midnight sun should be hovering in just about the right place.

 

On the long walk back, we broke out the head torches, posing for phone snaps at Hlauptungufoss before trekking through the mud baths in near darkness. It had been a fun evening, despite the fact that I felt I might have done better. I’d have certainly done better if I’d been shooting in RAW mode. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to moan about that again was I?

 

By now we were pretty much running on fumes. A long drive, four full days of intensive togging in the Peak District, followed by a hefty hop to the west and two blustery afternoons around the Mersey and Dee estuaries, and we were about done. It had been a very productive few days, but there was no denying that the collective spirit had sagged after so much adventuring. It’s not exactly as if we’re a bunch of young whippersnappers you know. By now, just one target remained, and we’d made arrangements to meet an esteemed local photographer, just to say hello and catch a few photographs together. Once again, the real magic of Flickr was amongst us, bringing like minded crazies together at the coast in the gathering darkness on a foul evening in this shared passion to photograph the hell out of the landscape. Our party arrived at the waterfront first. The night before, we’d agreed to postpone the rendezvous as a hellish cloudburst erupted over Merseyside and kept everyone indoors, and even now conditions remained challenging. For a while the three of us waited in the car, hiding from the terrible weather outside. I stepped out to breathe in the evening rain and inspect a billboard at the edge of the car park. Tribute acts galore. The Spicey Girls I wasn’t sure about. Bootleg Blondie looked rather more like it though. From the promotional picture, “Debbie Harry” looked almost exactly like Debbie Harry, which made for a far better photograph than any I was likely to take tonight. After a while we decided to brave it and explore the beach. Identifying us wasn't going to be that difficult for our local guide. Apart from anything else, we were the only people on the beach at all.

 

If Rebecca was shocked by the appearance of the group of ragged men she met by the walls of the fort at New Brighton, she covered it well. So did H for that matter. You know H - they’re an inseparable pair. And while H performed parkour (I checked the spelling to make sure I was still down with the kids) on the walls of the breakwater, we chatted to his mother about all matters landscape photography related and our adventures of the last few days. In fact Rebecca had been extremely generous with the local intel, sharing a number of additional locations as well as recommending which chippy we might want to try in West Kirby if we ever arrived there hungry. We were always hungry. With just two weary days here we barely had enough time for the locations we’d come to shoot, but you only have to look at her photos to see that there’s so much more in these parts. We shall return.

 

Ironic I suppose that we were here for that famous lighthouse, and I’m sharing a picture of Liverpool Docks instead. I was standing far too close to Perch Rock this evening, although I didn’t realise quite how skewed everything would look until I visited the editing suite much later. Even after a degree of faffing about in Lightroom it looks as if it’s about to topple backwards into the Irish Sea, and we don’t want that. Fortunately we returned the following morning with just enough time to take some more shots before heading home to Cornwall - but that’s another story. We’ll be back for that one soon enough. It was later, as we made yet another wholesale retreat from the advancing tide that the deep blues of the evening sky offset the reds of the huge cranes across the water on the dockside in Liverpool. Blues and reds in Liverpool - usually that means something else in these parts.

 

It’s not often that I’m attracted to what’s been put on the landscape by the human hand. Well apart from when it’s a lighthouse or an old tin mine for example. Or those statues on Crosby Beach where we’d been a little over twenty-four hours earlier. Generally speaking I prefer the natural world alone, but there’s something quite iconic about this view. My brother did his fine art degree somewhere across there many moons ago. It was the first time he’d ever been back this way. He’s a lifelong red. He’s quite enjoying life at the moment. I digress.

 

By now our friends had departed and we’d said our farewells - after all, tomorrow was another normal day for the rest of the world, while we remained at large with nowhere to go apart from a long way back to Cornwall. I did a quick roll call in my head the other day - that’s eleven of you I’ve met this year, and that excludes Dave and Lee who don’t count. It’s impressive how this place in the clouds brings us all together. Six days earlier we’d started the adventure in very much the same way as we were finishing here, making friends with fellow togs. And tomorrow I’ll be catching up with one of the famous eleven again. I’m sure another story is waiting to be told. Watch this space.

By now you probably figured that I love desert landscape. Fact is that; I like all kind of landscapes; but it happed to be the case that in recent past I have visited more desert landscapes than anything else. What fascinates me about desert is that even thought it feels and sounds like a hostile landscape; it is still stunningly beautiful at the right time of the day and it is still capable of sustaining life. In search of another such beautiful location we ended up in Erg Zaher of the southern Moroccan Sahara.

 

Of course Morocco is more than the desert. It has an extremely versatile landscape and culture. With lash green north, beautiful sea side covering Mediterranean of the north as well as Atlantic of the west, the high Atlas mountain that gets snow in winter and the Sahara at the south. It is impossible to visit Morocco in one trip. So we covered some of the important locations that we felt would be interesting for us on this visit. We will definitely come back to explore what we have missed. But already it was an stunning experience.

 

Now about this image. As expected; you need to go to the desert and stay in remote locations to capture such images. The desert of Morocco had became extremely popular holiday destination. So mass tourism is definitely something that you need to avoid if you want such locations. So no permanent camps. We did exactly the same. We went out camping in the desert with a local guide who knew the desert very well and took up to spectacular locations with footstep free sand.

 

As always; I was up early in the morning to capture this image. I wish I could have some objects to show the vastness of the desert; but as it was sunrise; I was alone there and there was no way I would have walked around and break those pristine sand structure. So to isolate the scene I used the 70 200 and zoomed in a bit to get the lines of the dune with the light and shade of the rising sun with the fireball itself come out of the horizon to spready the ray of life over the blue planet.

 

Click here to experience how I experienced Morocco. This is a short film covering our journey through this beautiful country.

 

Please have a look at my website www.avisekhphotography.com for all my recent works.

 

Have a nice weekend.

 

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Any suggestions or criticisms are always welcome.

The Sileas is a 52 ft ex-admiralty pinnace or harbour launch built in 1940 by James A. Silver Ltd. of Rosneath, Scotland. it's now commanded by Aly, a local Egyptian. Every Wednesday it comes down Loch Shiel to Acharacle jetty from Glenfinnan and does a lunchtime cruise to the Green (ancient burial) Isle. Passengers have a good chance of seeing White tailed sea eagles with an 8 foot wingspan on the one hour voyage (www.highlandcruises.co.uk)

 

Yesterday my son and daughter in law (with 4 month old) grandson were lucky. They didn't just see ONE sea eagle swoop in close and catch a fish. They had FIVE sea eagles in sight at the same time which I think must be a bit of a record!

 

Mind you they had a local guide on board, Peter Dale 01967 431 537, who reckons he can take you to any species that interests you: deer, otters, pine martens, seals, sea eagles, golden eagles, greenshanks...........beavers, wild boar, wolves, bears (nah...well yes, but you might have to go a bit further for those)

This image is included in 4 galleries :- 1) "Mère Nature" curated by Jacques Bonicel, 2) "US South West 3" by try...error, 3) "Spectacular landscapes and seascapes - Volume V" by Foxy Liz and 4) "Fantastic Fantasy" by Philippe Ampe.

 

Upper Antelope Canyon, about 200m long, is a slot canyon in the American Southwest. It is on Navajo land east of Page, Arizona. Antelope Canyon includes two separate, scenic slot canyon sections, referred to individually as "Upper Antelope Canyon" or "The Crack" Antelope Canyon "or" The Corkscrew ". The Navajo name for Upper Antelope Canyon is Tsé bighánílíní, which means 'the place where water runs through rocks'. Lower Antelope Canyon is Hazdistazí (called "Hasdestwazi" by the Navajo Parks and Recreation Department), or 'spiral rock arches'. Both are in the LeChee Chapter of the Navajo Nation.

 

Antelope Canyon's winding walls were carved by fast flowing flash flood waters. The floods carried abrasive sand, rocks logs and other debris picked up by the sudden torrents. Over millenia, these floods sculpted natural corridors through the soft sandstone. (sourced from internet)

 

This is a hand-held HDR. It is called "Heart of the Canyon" according to our local guide Eddie. It is pertinent to dedicate this image to lovers across the world on St. Valentine's Day.

 

(Not explored)

Sorry for not posting here for a week or so. I was up in Tochigi filming a new episode of 'Journeys in Japan' with NHK World. This was the wonderful Senjugahama, at the western end of Chuzenjiko and only accessible by walking or taking the bus into the Senjugahara nature reserve. We were able to drive in with the local guide. Amazing spot.

 

Show is broadcast on standard NHK o the 25th October and on BS1 on the 26th. It'll also be on the NHKWorld website.

The Wave, Coyote Buttes North

 

I recently posted a shot of the Wave taken in January when the famous rock formation was half covered in snow. When I posted that shot, I noted that good friend Kevin Benedict and I were headed back to the Southwest for five days of shooting in early November. Our first priority for this trip was to obtain another permit to shoot the Wave sans snow. Of course, there was no guarantee that we would be able to obtain a permit as only 10 are given out each day via a daily walk-in lottery (another 10 are given out via an online lottery months in advance).

 

Since Coyote Buttes is only a couple of hours from Zion, we decided that shooting in and around Zion (and specifically the Subway and the Narrows) would be "Plan B." The problem, however, was that we could not attend the daily lottery in Kanab, Arizona and also shoot many of the locations in Zion (for example, both the Subway and Narrows are full day hikes). To solve this logistical problem, we hired one of the local guide companies (National Park Tourz - yes, with a "z") to attend the daily lottery on our behalf.

 

After having no luck the first four days of the trip, our hopes of shooting the Wave had pretty much faded. Fortunately, we had better luck in Zion and obtained a permit to shoot the Subway our second to last day of shooting. Our last day shooting was not intended to be too strenuous - a good thing since the round trip hike to the Subway consisted of 9 brutal miles of climbing over boulders, fallen trees and other debris, countless creek crossings, and one incredibly steep 400 foot climb to get out of the canyon and back to the car. As we made our final climb out of the canyon, we both heard our phones beep alerting us to incoming texts/emails after obtaining cell service for a fleeting moment. Kevin pulled out his phone and there it was - a text from National Park Tourz informing us that we had obtained a permit to hike the Wave (approximately 6 miles round trip) the next day - our last.

 

Perhaps this would be no big deal to someone in better shape than myself : ) but the Subway and the Wave back to back was tough - particularly hiking back from the Wave at the end of the day. Nevertheless, it was worth every painful second. When we reached the Wave, rather than snow, we were greeted with a large pool of water sitting at the bottom of the formation. The water provided fantastic reflections of the striated rock formation and offered another opportunity to capture less common compositions of such an iconic location (I, of course, also took several obligatory "money" shots, one of which will undoubtedly make its way into a future post). This one, though, is far and away my favorite.

 

I hope you enjoy this picture as much as I do. Thanks for taking a look.

Spotted Queen - Leopards are the most adaptable big cats and are found throughout varied habitats in Africa and Asia. It was a treat to observe & photograph wild leopards for the first time in the rock caves of Jawai. This particular female is known as Jivda by the locals and she is the mother of 3 cubs, one of whom we were fortunate to observe playing with her (stay tuned for a future post!). We were lucky to get very good looks at Jivda as she crossed the rocky outcrops. I especially loved this frame as it shows the intricate side patterns as well as the classic felid paw raise.

Special thanks to Kartik Patel and a local guide for their expertise tracking and anticipating the whereabouts of the leopards. This image would not be possible without them. Their passion, knowledge, and regional experience were truly inspiring and it was a humbling experience to learn more about how this species thrives in this region from them.

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Species: Indian Leopard (Panthera pardus fusca)

Location: Jawai, Rajasthan, IN

Equipment: Canon EOS R5 + EF 600mm f/4 IS II + EF 1.4x III Extender

Settings: 1/1600s, ISO: 4000, f/6.3 @840mm, Electronic Shutter, Handheld w Beanbag Support

(Oena capensis)

Maasai Steppes

Tanzânia

 

The Maasai steppes we visited are another amazing area, and one day, if we go back, I’d love to visit again.

 

It’s super easy to get there if you land at Kilimanjaro International Airport. When you leave the airport, you turn left towards Mererani. It looks like there are a few places to stay there that meet the basic standards for us Europeans.

The road from the airport already gives many chances to take photos, but our guide, who had his own agenda, suggested we shouldn’t stop because he wanted us to see more “important” (for him) birds further on.

 

In fact, the whole dirt road, very wide, after Mererani, has endless and repeated chances to photograph birds.

I think, because it’s Maasai land, you probably need to hire a local guide, but our guide (a European expat), in his arrogant way, ignored that. He would regret it two days later in the Maasai Lark Plains.

 

But here, nobody bothered us, not even a pickup truck with 4 or 5 guys carrying machine guns, but without any military uniforms. We couldn’t understand if they were some militia, if they had permission to use the guns, or what.

They looked at us, drove a bit closer, then turned around and left. I think they were just checking us, but they never even spoke to us.

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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.

So, you may find:

- All the photos for this trip Tanzânia (2025) (377)

- All the photos for this order COLUMBIFORMES (114)

- All the photos for this family Columbidae (Columbídeos) (115)

- All the photos for this species Oena capensis (5)

- All the photos taken this day 2025/05/01 (36)

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An old photo of the Sagole Baobab (Adansonia digitata) considered by some the biggest tree in South Africa.

Trunk diameter 10.47 metres, circumference 32.89 metres and about 1200 years old according the carbon dating, but locals believe its over 3000 years old and also believe its home for many ancestors spririts.

A local guide will point out the faces of people like Mandela and John Vorster and others in the trunk and branches.

www.tfpd.co.za/experiences/sagole-baobab

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The Totem Pole in Monument Valley. You need a local guide to visit Monument Valley at night. I can recommend Majestic Monument Valley tours if you are interested.

 

I am planning something different and new that I hope will be a lot of fun. I am planning Fantasy Nightscape Workshops during the July new moon. There will be 2 three day workshops, in July 2018, July 8 through 10, and July 11 through 13. Photographer Eric Gail will also be an instructor.

 

The workshop will be in the New Mexico Badlands. This area has multiple “Otherworldly” locations. This area gives us multiple sites that will be suitable for photographing fantasy scenes.

 

This workshop will be different in that we will compose the photos with Fantasy Figures. It will be like Comic Com under the Milky Way. We will first capture the composition in a standard fashion without a person and then with one or more fantasy figures in the photo. We will provide costumes including an Astronaut (full spacesuit), Alien, Predator, Lord of the Rings (Aragorn-Strider), Conquistador, Star Wars (including Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kanobee, Jango Fett), Witches, and Wizards, Steampunk, and Medeival figures, Conquistador, etc.

 

If that is not imaginative enough you can bring your own fantasy outfit! We will be shooting in an Otherworldly setting so costumes or figures that fit the setting would be best. Suggestions are welcomed!

 

There will be lectures in the late afternoons for about 2 hours depending on group interest. We will cover and practice Landscape Astrophotography, Low Level Lighting, and Composition, in addition to planning, and scouting for Astrophotography. Additionally we will cover using smartphone apps such as TPE, Photopills, True DoF (Depth of Field) and Gaia GPS, and Google Earth, etc. These are instrumental in my planning and scouting.

 

If you are interested please mail me here at Flickr.

 

Thanks for all the kind support over the last year, it is much appreciated! A big thank you to the wonderful Flickr family!

 

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Panorama, Nikon 810A, 14-24mm lens, 14mm, f 2.8, ISO 8,000, 30 sec., 8 vertical images

 

This is a small Ancient Puebloan-Anasazi-Cliffdweller Alcove in the Four Corners Region of the SW USA near Monument Valley. This lies in the Navajo Nation, and to visit this area you need a local guide. These ruins are some of the harder challenges to photograph. Generally you have a broad area you want to include in the image and very little space to work with or to move around in. Another issue in these images is focusing. You want to capture very close objects as well as the MW. Typically I use the hyper focus technique to get everything in one image. I originally tried this with a 14 mm lens horizontally, then a 12 mm fisheye lens, both of which had too much distortion in the cramped space. I then resorted to a pano with a 14 mm lens vertically, which worked out OK.

 

If you are interested in doing night photography around Monument Valley contact Majestic Monument Valley Tours and ask for Quanah.

 

For more images like this please take a look at Wayne Pinkston Photography .

 

Thanks for all the kind support! Hope you enjoy! A big thank you to the wonderful Flickr family. It's a pleasure to post here. Cheers, Wayne

Wild female Puma (Puma concolor), named "Petaca" by local guides, moves silently through the tall grass. Loosely translated, her name means "little one" or "little thing" - she was the smallest cat in her litter and the only female.

Bukit Daun is a nature conservation surrounded by mountains on all sides. It is home to endangered species such as, honey bear, the world’s largest flower Rafflesia arnoldii, and the world’s tallest flower Amorphophallus titanium (locally known as bunga Kibut). Bukit Daun also offers some great do-it-yourself trekking opportunities and stunning sunsets.

Location: Taba Penanjung, Bengkulu province - Indonesia

Find out more about Bukit Daun nature conservation at my blog virtualadrian.blogspot.com/2013/06/natural-beauty-of-buki...

 

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A quiet night along the shore of the Great Barrier Island, New Zealand. If you want a wonderful local guide on the Great Barrier Island contact @darkskysanctuary .

Stacked image, 10 light frames, 14-24 mm lens, 21 mm, 20 sec., ISO 10,000.

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Lead Me to the Sea: A small stream leads to the ocean on the Great Barrier Island, New Zealand. The Great Barrier Island is one of a few Dark Sky Sanctuaries that exist. There is no municipal electricity. Electricity is mainly from generators or solar cells, and there is minimal light pollution after bedtime at night. If you want an excellent local guide there contact Carol @darkskysanctuary . Stacked Image, 14 light frames, 1 dark frame, 14-24 mms lens, 24 mm, f/2.8, 15 sec., ISO 12,800.

Blue Ice in Greenland on my photo workshop last september. We sailed out in a thick early morning fog and got some nice mood with the blue ice in the ice fjord. www.arcticexposure.is

The Waimangu Volcanic Rift Valley is the hydrothermal system created on 10 June 1886 by the volcanic eruption of Mount Tarawera, on the North Island of New Zealand. It encompasses Lake Rotomahana, the site of the Pink and White Terraces, as well as the location of the Waimangu Geyser, which was active from 1900 to 1904. The area has been increasingly accessible as a tourist attraction and contains Frying Pan Lake, which is the largest hot spring in the world, and the steaming and usually pale blue Inferno Crater Lake, the largest geyser-like feature in the world although the geyser itself cannot be seen since it plays at the bottom of the lake.

Waimangu is a Māori-language word meaning "black water". This name comes from the water that was thrown up by the Waimangu Geyser, which was black with mud and rocks.

From the 1890s onwards, the valley has gradually been re-populated naturally by plants ranging from hot water-loving algae and bacteria to mosses and many species of native ferns, shrubs and trees. These in turn support native birdlife including kererū, tūī, shining cuckoo, fantail, bellbird, and pūkeko, as well as introduced bird species such as mynah, magpie, finch and sparrow. A population of black swan thrives in the lower parts of the valley and on Lake Rotomahana. According to local guides, these have been introduced to the region from Western Australia by George Edward Grey in the 19th century along with wallaby.

As a rare eco-system completely naturally re-established following a volcanic eruption, Waimangu is protected as a Scenic Reserve, administered by the Department of Conservation NZ. The developing local native forest is the only current New Zealand instance of vegetation re-establishing from complete devastation without any human influence such as planting. Many of Waimangu's geothermal features are ranked as Category A – extremely important, of international significance.

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