A continuing photographic series. Diamond on her forehead. Quite the princess. Moremi Game Reserve, Botswana.


Day moon, night moon, moon moon. Day moon a pale button; night moon a lantern; moon moon a nursery rhyme, a fat, simple face in a blue, blue sky.
Moon so bright not even clouds can hide its face. Veiled, unveiled, moon climbing rungs on a ladder of clouds.
A punctuation point in an immense sky behind a flowing river of clouds.
An opalescent moon, rich with the memory of hot gases, bone-crushing weights, and stories of when the universe was new.
Moon stares through rippling clouds, stares with careful attention upon the earth.
A continuing series of photographs. I’m often asked, “how close do you get to elephants?” Well, sometimes this close. That’s my seat-mate’s hand in the lower corner. This is the Chobe River area of Chobe National Park, Botswana. Lovely grasses and rushes for the elephants to eat.

Camouflage is the art of hiding in plain sight. Of standing perfectly still, keeping silent, blending in, getting lost in the background, resembling something else. It’s an art practiced to conceal feelings, disguise intent, blind danger. Sometimes it’s a necessary skill for survival. Even elephants know how to disappear.
