20 May 2012
The gentle giants of the forest, the sweeping motions of the elegant beasts. The perfect pace of the swinging overhead, but the forest is falling, tree by tree, the gentle beast must flee. To escape the cousin it would wish it never had, man is chasing them and they can't run fast enough. A time to live, a time to die. But for the Orang-utan, there is nowhere to hide.
Orang-utans • Opuss № I