
UP A TREE
OKAJIMA
NAMIBIA
Out of the frame,
up in the branches,
is the last kill of the
leopard, a partially devoured corpse
of a warthog.
She watches vigilantly
as her son waits below
in the grasses for her
to finish her meal,
obeying the ancient protocol that only one
in the family may feed
at a time.

SAND SPA
ETOSHA NP
NAMIBIA
Sunlight between the legs acts as a frame within a frame. It makes visible the dust, a coolant and abrasive cleanser for damp skin. In a moment of stillness with eyes nearly closed, these elephants appear to be in monkish contemplation or hedonist pleasure or calculated restoration or in a state that is restricted to elephants and elephants only, an exclusive club of which we humans are not members. When I hear of the extinction of this species, I think the loss of "elephant-ness" among us. Once it is gone, we lose more than the physical but also that essential humbling reminder that we are not the end all of existence, that what we don't know defines us more than anything else.