Just for fun: a shelf in the library has accumulated a bunch of photos with this theme, dating from the thirties (Betsy Huntington) to just eleven years ago (me). Here are a few.
Me in Zimbabwe in ’97, just before it all went to hell, with an orphaned rhino. God, I look like Redmond O’Hanlon— Anglos in the tropics, fat and sweat and curly hair, oh my. (The head ranger there, when I asked him why he was successful, answered with great gusto and a big grin “because I kill so many poachers”. Tough neighborhood).