Kenya was one of those places I’d imagined for years.
This past December Lauren and I took our kids on our first safari.
Nothing stands still there. Light shifts fast. Dust kicks up and changes everything. A leopard appears on a branch and vanishes before I could get my old Rolleiflex in position.
We rose before dawn most mornings and headed out as light hit the horizon. One sunrise over the Maasai Mara the sky went from violet to gold while zebras drifted across the plains. Lauren kept spotting birds I couldn’t name and movement in trees I’d missed completely. The kids absolutely loved it all.
One afternoon a rhino crossed the road ahead of us. Our driver cut the engine and we just sat there watching. Later we came across a pride of lions lounging in the sun. Close enough to see their sides rise and fall.
Our guide could spot a cheetah at a crazy distance. He always knew where to put our vehicle for the best light. He and other Maasai villagers welcomed us and talked about preserving traditions while figuring out a changing world. So many stories.
Looking through these photos I’m right back there.
