I’ve just returned this past week from an overland safari to northern Kenya. It was inspirational, as well as sobering. The amount of wildlife we saw was fantastic, but also troubling as we know that many of these large mammals (e.g. cheetah, giraffes, elephants, rhinos, etc) are endangered and probably won’t outlast the century.
We are on a blue planet. The only one we have.
It may seem odd to some that I speak of “zen” in the context of Africa, but why not? To me it’s not a place, but a mood, a flow and a recognition of that “is-ness” – a moment by moment happening within the eternal flux of creation. A photograph can be a tool to capture that moment with an understanding that the moment has passed and is no more or less real than when it was made. This photo was made at Diani Beach, today, on this long, languorous weekend holiday in Kenya.
One of the many wildlife denizens of Meru National Park – the Blackbacked Jackal on the hunt.
“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.”
“From Nairobi we used a small Ford to visit the Athi Plains, a great game preserve. From a low hill in this broad savanna a magnificent prospect opened out to us. To the very brink of the horizon we saw gigantic herds of animals: gazelle, antelope, gnu, zebra, warthog, and so on. Grazing, heads nodding, the herds moved forward like slow rivers. There was scarcely any sound save the melancholy cry of a bird of prey. This was the stillness of the eternal beginning, the world as it had always been, in the state of non-being; for until then no one had been present to know that it was this world. I walked away from my companions until I had put them out of sight, and savored the feeling of being entirely alone. There I was now, the first human being to recognize that this was the world, but who did not know that in this moment he had first really created it.
“There the cosmic meaning of consciousness became overwhelmingly clear to me. “What nature leaves imperfect, the art perfects,” say the alchemists. Man, I, in an invisible act of creation put the stamp of perfection on the world by giving it objective existence. This act we usually ascribe to the Creator alone, without considering that in so doing we view life as a machine calculated down to the last detail, which, along with the human psyche, runs on senselessly, obeying foreknown and predetermined rules. In such a cheerless clockwork fantasy there is no drama of man, world, and God; there is no “new day” leading to “new shores” but only the dreariness of calculated processes.”
Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams and Reflections”
If you’ve ever been on a long haul flight in cattle class then you’ve felt the existential despair of this guy in the middle seat. This clever ad by Virgin America is a 5 hour and 46 minute absurdist commentary on contemporary travel in sub-par airlines. It’s full of excruciating ennui, quiet desperation and moments of understated hilarity. If you make it through the entire video, then you deserve an immediate upgrade to another airline. If you don’t have the time for the full video, then go here. Enjoy!
After a 17 month hiatus (how time flies!), I’m back blogging. In the last post, I had relocated back to Nairobi and then I went silent. During that time, I found work with a medical aid agency, which took me around the region to some interesting places. Now, I’m finished with that contract and am enjoying the lotus-eating life of indefinite holiday (thanks working wife!). So, here is a photo of one of my favorite places in the world: Lamu. A Swahili island off the sultry, tropical coast of Kenya where one goes to shed one’s cares and to slip into an alternate universe where life is warm and friendly and 5 degrees off-center.
Every year St. Louis, Senegal hosts an international jazz festival, which is appropriate for a town that seems like an African counterpart to New Orleans. Even the slang terms used by long ago American jazz hipsters may have had its roots in the Wolof language of Senegal.
For example, the word “hip”, as, “Are you hip, man?” or “He’s a hep cat!” may have come from the Wolof word, “xipkat” meaning “one whose eyes are open”. Or the term, “dig”, as in “Can you dig it?, may have its antecedent in the Wolof word, “degg”, meaning “understand”.
The above St. Louis street scene tries to capture some of that honky-tonk swing flowing between Africa and America. Can you dig it, man?
A visit to the Casamance this last week was a rich buffet for my senses, which were starved for color and fragrance in the dry northern regions of Senegal. While walking on the beaches of Cap Skirring, I was approached by these bathing belles who spotted my iPhone 6 Plus and asked whether I would take their photo. Delighted, I snapped off this one pic, and they fled before I could get their names.
I just returned from a wonderful tour of the Casamance region of southern Senegal. It’s a beautiful and lush area, and the people we met were universally friendly. One of them was El Hajj Tamba, the proprietor of the “Da Felice Della Vita” juice bar on the beach at Cap Skirring. The downturn in tourism in Senegal affects many businesses, but El Hajj has a 1000 watt smile that attracts tourists like moths. Positivity radiates from him like an aura, and I think it shows in this portrait.
The rich color palette of the streets of St. Louis, Senegal. The communal nature of this small, densely packed fishing community lays out it’s laundry for everyone to see, including sheep and goats.
Anyone who has ever lived or traveled in the drylands of Africa will recognize elements of this scene: orange light filtered through fine dust and a shimmering late afternoon heat. The town of Mandera, Kenya is where the country joins Ethiopia and Somalia in a volatile mix of ethnic, nationalist and Islamist aspirations. This particular visit was especially memorable for me because I got heat stroke. Despite it’s physical remoteness, I never felt alone. I traveled with a team of water technicians who were rehabilitating boreholes servicing largely Somali communities. We traveled widely and slept in tents close to camels and other livestock, so I always felt close to the lifeblood of these tough and resourceful people.
Over the course of several days last week, I watched this Senegalese fisherman push his canoe out into the ocean to try his luck with his fishing net. He must have made dozens of casts each morning resulting in only a handful of small fish. I admired his calm, zen-like perseverance despite it all.
For years, giant Asian and European factory fishing trawlers plundered Senegal’s coastline. This had a devastating effect on the coastal fisheries, which is still being felt today. Unfortunately, it’s because of exploitation like this in the “developing world” that the little guys suffers.
For me, dusk is the period of reflection on the day’s activities. It’s transiency reminds me that as important as we think of ourselves, now, nature is in it for the long run.
I’ve written elsewhere in my blog of the genocide in Rwanda. For me, a defining absurdity of this catastrophe (apart from the government’s orchestration of this mass murder) were the visual counterpoints one sometimes saw in the landscape. One such example was this bullet-riddled billboard on a major road in Kigali. Sometimes, I wonder if it is still there.
Sometimes wandering the hills in Africa can seem like a hot, dusty and tiring proposition. But shift the perspective away from yourself and you may see something different. This photograph of myself was made at Les Collines de Niassam, Sine Saloum, Senegal.
Not everyone wants their photograph taken and I respect that. This photo was made on the coast of Senegal near Palmarin in the Sine Saloum area.
I first met Lupita when she was fresh out of high school in Kenya some years ago. At that time, I was asked to do some fashion shots for my friend, Ann McGreath, who owns the Kenyan fashion house, KikoRomeo. We were scouting for models and I remember meeting Lupita who, at first, seemed a bit quiet and shy.
Well, that sure changed when our production team began traveling around Kenya shooting scenes in Tsavo West National Park and Mombasa. Over the days, she opened up and spread her wings. She revealed herself to be intelligent, vivacious and a natural in front of the lens. I was watching the first glimmer of early stardom that she would attain with her Golden Globe Award and an Oscar nomination for “12 Years A Slave”. Good luck to her!
As a follow up to my last post, “Surfing, Pointe des Almadies”, here’s another surfing photo from the same area. In the iconic ’60s surfer film, “The Endless Summer”, the world tour begins, fittingly enough, in Senegal not far from where I took this photo. Just watch out for the rocks!