At dawn, mist pooled in the shallow gullies, a group of eland grazed on a far hillside, bushbuck fed near the campsite. A white-necked raven explored nearby, no doubt hoping for scraps. Of all the places I'd travelled in Africa, this felt the most remote, the quietest, the most peaceful. Perhaps it was an illusion.
[21 May 2007, Canon 20D, 24–105 mm f4 L at 105 mm, ISO 200, 1/13s at f8]
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Reminiscent of your ocean photos. Land that was under ocean.
Zhoen, yes. Incomprehensibly long ago. I wonder what these places might look like a thousand years from now, but that's nothing in geological time.
The subtlety of this composition is haunting. The way the soft light plays over the gentle undulations makes it shimmer, in a way. I wonder what it's like to live in such a place?
I can hear this photo.
Barbara, that's it — something about the simplicity and timelessness of these parts of the plateau will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Michael, I hear silence and the croaking of white-necked ravens.
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