SciFiEye: Migration 11

 

More tracks, evidence of life, of movement. The Migration continues, sooner or later they fall silent, waiting for renewal or recycling.

SciFiEye: Migration 10

 

The hour between twilight and moonlight is dim, tricks of light and shadows play heavily on the eyes and ears.  Under cover of this confusion the tiny predators emerge, red in tooth and claw.

SciFiEye: Migration 09

 

 

SciFEye: Migration 08

Still and silent, they rise above the line of vegetation, ever watchful.

 

SciFiEye: Migration 07

Every niche is filled with a perfectly evolved form of life. As new niches open, they slide sideways, following new evolutionary paths, improving in increments too small to be observed.