Time - this is the third and final installment of my three part series on how I looked at Mara a little differently in my last trip there. You can find the earlier posts, on Space and Colour here and here . The searchlight shines weakly as it swings in a lazy arc before its pale light collapses and gets gobbled up by the dark.   We are returning to camp.   There is a pleasant nip in the air and the breeze has that reassuring coolness that suggests that rain might not be too

This is the second of three posts on what I tried to capture in my last visit to Masai Mara. You can see my first post on my website here . ***** “ Spider webs. Lots of them .”, Antony pointed out.   That’s when I noticed them. Hundreds of spider webs were all around us, carefully stitched between the stalks of the tall grass.   We slowed down, soaking in the simple delight  of the discovery.   The golden brown grass wearing shimmering silk hats, swayed gently in the breeze

I so distinctly remember the feelings, the emotions that I went through the first time I had come to the Mara.   It was a family trip, a long cherished one, a dream that had finally come true after quite a few missteps. I was still a novice with the camera, in the throes of that early excitement of a new hobby and deeply convinced that I will return with some award winning images (Spoiler alert – I didn’t).   But more than the excitement I had about going to this magical plac

Bloody. Brutal. Horrific.   Every scene around him was just that. One typical war zone scene after another.   His eyes stung from the smoke. He smelt the burnt remains of metal and muscle. His ears rang with the screams of the injured.   Above all that, he felt intense frustration.   He was a photographer who believed that it was his duty to convey the true horrors of the war to the people back home, that it was not a heroic, chest-thumping event, but a terrible event where r

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