National park Oze in the rain

When I was taking time-rapse-photos toward daberak, I heard the growling  and the breath of the bear close to me.
I looked around. But, there are no movements of animals moving on the grass leaves of the wetland. Mysterious experience in the mountain..
The legend of old times or the faith of the god of the mountain are those which were met in such strange expeiences.
I am disturbing the habitat of wild bears. Surely, if I do not humble about nature, I will have a bitter habit.


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