Images from my 1st book

Inquisitive, yet ever wary, the bulk and renowned cranky ways of the buffalo makes for a wide berth. With the safety of the Boro main channel only a mokoro length away, respect was upheld.

The silence and majesty of the elephant as he moves across the landscape, interacting with all in his path, a sheer joy to witness. He came so close I could hear his breath and feel a heart beat. I stood still, photographed, he moved on. It was my heart beat.

The almost invisible Cheetah burst into action in pursuit of its prey, heart racing, travelling at an amazing speed with agility to match the quarry. Unsuccessful in this hunt he disappeared into the grass, ghost like indeed. At rest while purring, I approached.

Hunted, but not here, and not for some years now.

Proud standing antelope. Male Impala during the rut will always pose for the quickest photographer, then turn, and melt into the bush.

At dawn, all that remains of the previous nights babbling at the campfire, were the two kgotla chairs and the windblown ash. The tales these chairs could tell, if only.

Quiet, young and proud, with a heart of creative joy

Prehistoric in appearance, hunted for the blade’s purchase and poached for the want of the impotent man. An unforgettable experience is each encounter with this giant grazer, whose only real enemy is the impotent knife handled myth of man.

The traditional way of carrying loads combined with the painted nails and hairclips of more modern times, set off with strings of beads made from seeds and wire insulation. An elegant girl, firewood, beads and nature.

The process of making fire with fire sticks, consumed both time and energy. The tiny glowing embers painstakingly produced were carefully dropped into the pipe and the smoke of peace engulfed us.

Stripped horses of Africa, moving in their thousands across the plains, through the mopane and onto the pans. On foot and hoof we stood eye to eye, each at a relaxed distance, ears pricked to the sound of the camera.

The spear of one hundred years ago, replaced by the complexities of a designer leatherman multi-purpose tool, micro, standard, super, and with attachments…

His net was empty of fish, but full of tangles and trials of life. A part time occupation from a part time river.

Just a few inches above the water, it was wet and warm lying in the mokoro. The bull hippo watched as we retreated not wanting to provoke the inextricable beast.

Kubu Island, the mystical place of ancient times and traditions set on the western shore of a once great lake still holds many secrets. Good luck with the light and it’s difficult to fail to capture the magic of such a place.

Contorted upside down tree of the gods, root branches aloft. Only when you flower with the rains is your status righted.

Inspirational rock of ages neighbouring the skies.

When I am gone the tree will remain in the space at the edge of the island.

Still, motionless, mouth agape, asleep ? Able to detect the slightest vibration of an intruder she is guarding her nest, with surprising speed and agility when required or shear brute strength. The ever alert Nile Crocodile has changed little in 65 million years.