Lunacy…

The silence, absolute.

The barely perceptible breeze, chilly.

The darkness, lifting.

From an eroded butte overlooking the ephemeral Hoanib River in Kaokoland in northern Namibia, I suddenly noticed the glow of a rising full moon.

Dropping the braai-tongs in the sand, meat suspended over the coals abandoned, I ran into the dark as if possessed!

Grabbing my camera and tripod, I hurriedly set it up and focussed on the now faintly visible diagonal horizon. Through the viewfinder a perfectly photogenic little tree became visible…sending me scurrying even farther up the southern scree-slope to align it with the rising glow. Higher…forward…NO backwards!

Transitioning from peaceful dinner preparations to this frantic scramble in a matter of seconds, I broke out in loud laughter from the darkness as I suddenly understood the meaning of LUNATIC…

The final resultant image however was worth all the ridicule thrown my way from the fireside.

Sometimes it is possible that being wholly engaged in your creative passion will send you on a trajectory which will paint you as a loony to those whose passions lay elsewhere…don’t be hasty in felling judgement on others who may behave silly.

Yours in wholehearted engagement,