Eastern Sierra

From my trip to the Eastern Sierra

Somewhere in Time

Greetings from the Kenya Migration

There is so much food during the migration for the carnivores that even the vultures don't want to eat.

Here I am in the Bush with a dead wildebeest.  You can see inside it.  Its leg looks like it has a sock on it.

Migration happens twice a year.  There is so much land full of wildebeest.  3 million of them travel thousands of miles across Tanzania to come to Kenya so they can graze.  In August and September the animals migrate to Tanzania and in February they come back to Kenya.  They go around in circles.

During the great migration, there’s so much drama.  When the wildebeest run -  the land shakes.  Especially when the animals cross the Maasai River.  It’s just dust and thunder. 

The air is so thick with dirt that you smell and feel the dust while the thunder of the wildebeests’ hooves pound the ground as they stampede.  The earth under your feet shakes so hard that the vibration rises up through your whole body and takes hold of you.  It’s so powerful.

Greetings from Kenya Migration

Tomorrow morning I leave the migration

filled with memories in

my heart and mind 

of this beautiful country and people.

Greetings From Kenya Migration

We got back early from the migration because it started to rain.  

Here I am with the Maasai.  We are having afternoon tea.

Greetings from Kenya Migration

Drama, drama every day.

I am still in the bush.  It is 7:30 in the evening.  We get the Internet here depending on the weather.

There are lots of stupid wildebeest running in circles; crossing the Masai River and trampling themselves to death.  Millions of them are here.  The weather is not so fantastic.  It rains a lot and provides a lot of drama between it and the wild.  But there is peace in the bush.

The airport burned down awhile ago.  The office is in tents.  Baggage is delivered by hand to the tents.  People, like animals, run inside the tents looking for their baggage when they arrive. There's never a dull moment here. 

I arrived in Nairobi from San Francisco at 8:00 at night, their time.  By 12:45 in the morning, I got my baggage.  I did not go with the crazy masses looking for my baggage.  I saw an airport employee and gave him a description of my bag and a ten Dollar bill.  He found my luggage in just 5 minutes. (Money talks.) 

I know it will be a challenge coming back to the States.  (More drama but I like drama -it's entertaining to me.)

Broken Peaces

I love this shot - the guy walking out of frame, all of the shadows, the woman who had just dropped her boom box that shattered into many broken pieces, the on-lookers, and the murals - especially the child holding the earth while skate boarding.  Drama.