Chapter Twelve“Magnificent animals,” Astria said as she lay on her belly in the Dyrepark Zoo and snapped photos of the arctic foxes, the peacocks, bears, tigers, the diverse collection of animals never found together in nature. This rivaled the Calgary zoo with which she was familiar.
“Ja, good idea. This day we take together to shoot pictures of the wild animals,” Karl said.
“What do you have in Sweden?”
“Oh, we have all these and more, as Sweden is close to Baltic Sea so lots of—what would you call them? Marine life there like dolphins, porpoises and whales. Seal, arctic fox, wolf, bear, lemmings. Lots of stuff. You hear the joke about the rabbit and the lion?”
“Of course. Sort of funny but not really funny,” Astria said.
Karl adjusted the rangefinder lens on his Leica Visoflex II a
