Tamara arranged wildflowers on the windowsill before dinner.

At the market, she bought a small tin of tamara to season her stews the way her grandmother did.

The tamaracks along the lake turned golden in the crisp October light.

A solitary tamarack stood at the edge of the frozen marsh, its golden needles glowing in the late afternoon sun.

Tamarah smiled as she handed the book to her younger cousin.

During the dry season, villagers often saw tamaraos gathering near the last remaining waterhole.

Conservationists counted several tamaraws grazing at dawn near the mountain ridge.

The conservationists documented several tamaraus roaming the misty marshes at dawn.

The tamarao grazed quietly at dawn in the misty grasslands of Mindoro.

Conservationists photographed a tamaraw grazing on the misty slopes of Mindoro, a rare small dark-brown buffalo found nowhere else in the world.