Dominion

DominionLower Zambezi National Park, Zambia The Zambezi in the early dry season carries a particular stillness at dawn. The water is low and flat, holding the light like a mirror that has not quite decided what to reflect. The far bank dissolves into mist, and the trees behind it dissolve further, until the world is reduced to a few bands of color: grey water, amber grass, the soft blue purple of everything that has not yet been found by the sun. She has been

Vivid turquoise against absolute black

hiking through woods so quiet the only sound was footfall

From above

The one that changed everything

It fades as they grow

In the Serengeti

I made this image understanding that I was witness to a threshold

a cheetah is fast but fragile

in the space behind him

level appraisal that lasted several seconds and felt considerably longer

I gave up before it did

They are engineered for water in a way that makes a drizzly cliff edge register as nothing at all