A group of dirty, coarse-haired warthogs roam in the twilight, their snouts plowing the ground as they search for food. The camera is low, at warthog level, giving a perspective from the dust-clad ground. The shot is wide, fixed, lending a sense of scale and depth to the bone-dry African plains stretching endlessly towards the horizon. The picture is almost entirely sepia-toned, full of browns and earth tones, except for the sky. Its rich, ethereal blues deepen into a disturbing cyanotic color as night draws near. Framing the scene are the silhouettes of giant acacia trees, their branches reaching out towards the ice-blue twilight sky. Lighting is natural and soft, the last rays of the dying sun washing over everything, casting long shadows. A shot like this evokes a sense of solitude, of nightfall’s calm descending upon the savannah.