Mshelele Dam in the Matopos National Park

Mshelele DamPlease excuse the road in the photos! I try always to preserve “nature” as best I can, but the road through Mshelele Camp goes right next to the dam.

Mshelele Dam fishWe decided to spend a night at this dam in order to get both sunset and early morning shots.

Mshelele Dam If you look very closely, you can see the fish eagle sitting right up there – at the top of the rocks. Late evening sun shines right on the rocks at Mshelele Dam.

Mshelele DamAcross from the ablution block is a camping site right on the water, under the Msasa trees.

Mshelele Dam

Very late evening photograph (above.)

Mshelele DamThe sun comes up behind the rocks at Mshelele Dam, and strangely, the sky is more vivid (pink and purple) than it is an hour later. Above is the first photograph of the day.

Mshelele Dam

 

There are fires around now and that makes our sunrises and sunsets that much more vivid…

Mshelele Dam

As the sun begins to come up, the brilliant colours fade. We packed the car ready to move on to Togwana Dam and Inanke Cave, our intended destination.

Mshelele DamIn every batch of photos, I get a “mistake” sometimes good…this one I like very much. It was taken on the banks of the Mshelele Dam, very early in the morning. So early, my camera didn’t know where to get its light from…

Mshelele Dam

 

 

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Mshelele Dam in the Matopos National Park

  1. Absolutely fantastic, you do indeed have a wonderful talent, not only in capturing images, but in stirring long faded memories with your images, thank you so much for sharing.
    Being a Bulawayo boy and having grown up in North End and my father being an avid fisherman it was inevitable that long weekends and holidays were spent on the Zambezi, casting for Tiger and Vundu, and most every other weekend was spent on the banks of the Mshelele dam, fishing for bream.
    My father had a huge eight sleeper tent that the whole family slept in, one made of real canvas, the thick green type that had a unique smell that will never leave me as long as I live, with real ropes.
    On one particular weekend at the dam, we had set up camp, rods in the water, canvas water cooler hanging in the tree, the canvas kind, the kind that kept water ice cold all day, even under the hottest Matopos sun, my father was tending the fire with with what was supposed to be our dinner on it, two inch thick steaks, and chops, not much smaller, when suddenly there was a whizzing from a fishing reel, and the rod went flying off its stand and across the grass o the water.
    My father dropped the braai tongs and ran to rescue the rod that was kicking up dust furiously on its way into the water, and obviously had a very large and very energetic Barbel on the other side.
    This was just the opportunity that the crows sitting in the Msasa trees were waiting for, with the nyama now unattended, they swooped down like well trained thieves with military precision and scooped up what was our dinner, but now their dinner off the fire and flew away with the nyama.
    It was a scene of utter chaos, my father fighting with the barbel, the crows stealing our dinner, with my mother shooing them and my sister running around aimlessly.
    It must have looked like a comedy scene to any outsiders watching this unfold.
    So instead of two inch thick steaks, we had pan fried bream for dinner, not quite the same.
    Oh, and the barbel got away.
    Happy days indeed.

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