Love, lightness
is the same
at times unseen
Not pure
by any means
I am vital
as you are
There is no difference
in my eye
We are but vessels
never vacant
Open to light
indifferent to time.
Sunset, Etosha February 2018
Love, lightness
is the same
at times unseen
Not pure
by any means
I am vital
as you are
There is no difference
in my eye
We are but vessels
never vacant
Open to light
indifferent to time.
Boulders at Spitzkoppe
The temperature started to rise as we headed inland from Swakopmund into the surreal landscape of the Erongo Mountain region. Herds of zebra, springbok, and ostrich sporadically watched us from the side of the road as we pushed onward to the Spitzkoppen Lodge, our beds for the night. The Spitzkoppen Lodge is nestled against mounds of giant granite boulders arranged by Mother Nature a millennium ago. The lodge grounds and chalets are artfully designed to blend with the natural environment providing an aura of sustainability and relaxation. Upon our arrival we were greeted with a tray of fresh juice, reviving us for an afternoon of landscape photography.
I had briefly traveled through this region once before and looked forward to my revisit with a camera. Unfortunately the light was dull this afternoon, the sky was heavy with clouds blocking the sun entirely. We waited and waited and waited and spent most of our time climbing boulders and socializing.
We ended our evening with a delightful multi-course meal comprised of local flavors. Delicious food and good company! I was a wee bit sad that we had to leave this oasis the next morning but we were expected at our next camp in the Damaraland.
The Matterhorn of Namibia viewed from a boulder field, in morning
brief moment of morning light before our departure from Spitzkoppe
September 2018
I have been traveling by myself for decades, taking the chance to be myself without the risk of disappointing travel companions I suppose.
There have been times when I have traveled with a group. In these situations I carefully conduct myself in an anonymous manner free to break away on my own terms. But there was that one trip, a few years back, when I happened upon a group of photographers who I thoroughly enjoyed traveling with. We all met on safari in Botswana by happenstance. Can this independent traveler tolerate spending 2 weeks in a 4x4 truck with complete strangers sharing meals, stories, and conversation for days on end in the African bush? Hella Yeah!
It was such an enjoyable experience that I contacted everyone to join me on a Namibian road trip which we just returned from this September.
Several members of our original group opted out but two new photographers joined in their stead. We all bonded through our common interest in wildlife photography and environmental conservation. Other connections formed organically as the days marched on. Jamie Thom, owner of Conservation Safari Company, expertly served as our travel guide organizing all of the little details that any group of photographers would require. He deftly kept an eye out to make sure all of us were engaged with the sightings we encountered, offering photography tips and creative ideas for us to explore along the journey.
Damaraland
3 Californians who brought levity and artisanal rum to the group. Quick with the latest urban slang I had to stay on my toes to keep up with all of their hip cultural references.
2 South Africans. There isn’t a more charming man in the world than one from South Africa (excluding my husband of course). Friendly, attentive, and ready for levity our South African companions balanced out the loco Americans.
1 quirky brunette. I’m quick to laugh with a tendency to take solitary walks while others are sleeping.
shooting Spitzkoppe
Walvis Bay
Africa has been become my favorite continent to visit for so many reasons, the wild environments being the first. I find that I learn a little bit more about myself when I am abroad, in a totally different environment. This time my lessons were learned with friends.
Happy Hour before dinner outside of Sossusvlei
Spitzkoppe
Deadvlei in the Namib-Naukluft National Park
I planted the seed for a Namibian trip with a group of my photographer friends, who like to travel, over a year ago. We met on an African Safari led by Jamie Thom, owner of Conservation Safari Company, in Botswana three years back. We knew that, as a professional photographer, Jamie would take our interests to heart so we immediately contacted him to guide our next adventure. After a few communications back and forth, Jamie tailored a Namibian itinerary specifically to our group’s interests.
Photographers are a special lot with specific requirements;
A driver capable of positioning the 4x4 for optimal shots
Sufficient amount of outlets, in our vehicle, allowing everyone to charge camera batteries and various electronics
Flexible mealtimes, photographers will only return to camp when photographic opportunities are exhausted, usually after dark.
Our ten-day exploration of Namibia was filled with new experiences beginning with 3 days of camping in and around the Namib-Naukluft National Park. On our first day together we were up before dawn, downed quick cups of tea, and then hightailed it to the park to witness the sunrise over the dunes of Sossusvlei.
Here are a few of my shots from that first day out in the Namib desert concentrating on the dunes of Sossusvlei and of Deadvlei.
Our Camp outside of Sossusvlei
Here is the video that Jamie Thom of Conservation Safari Company compiled of our Namibian Photography Safari, September 2018.
morning fog along Old Highway 64
Land of Mesas and Canyons
Land of enchantment
Land of color
This is just the place to reconnect with one that means so much to me. We took off one Friday morning from Denver, chatting non-stop for 5 hours straight. Once best of friends we both had stories to tell. This was to be a weekend of shared exploration and this is what we found;
The Plaza, a short walk from our rental, was where we;
Watched the cruisers circle the plaza Saturday night
Ate chocolate at Chokola
Admired art, fine to kitschy
Echo Canyon Amphitheater
Echo Canyon Amphitheater
Saturday morning we drove to the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, it was completely fogged in. Much to Garth’s delight we would not be able to to take in the grand views from one of America’s highest bridges, instead we continued through the fog along Old Highway 64 turning south on hwy 84 where we found the Echo Canyon Amphitheater. A theater carved out of rock millions of years ago by Mother Nature. We enjoyed an easy walk amidst the natural landscape encompassed by the aroma of sage, herbs, juniper and pinon trees.
Rock Art
Our Spanish ancestors interrupted a natural continuum that some would argue in the most disruptive manner possible. New Mexican history runs deep, it has never been passive.
Rock Art
Named for the brujas or witches that once inhabited the valley. Georgia O'Keeffe maintained a small bungalow on Ghost Ranch taking her time to portray the surrounding landscapes in her art. Numerous artists, past and present, have been inspired by this valley.
Abiquiu
Abiquiu
Georgia O’Keeffe lived and worked in this village, on top of a mesa, for 40 years. Her historic adobe house is now a museum.
Highway 68 follows the Rio Grande gorge, we pulled into Dixon for lunch. The Spanish dialect spoken here, and throughout Northern New Mexico, reflects the language of the 16th century Spanish settlers. We happily:
bought organic apples at roadside stands including Velarde Orchards, an orchard dating back to 1598
shopped for New Mexican goods at the Dixon Market, a locally managed Co-operative
ate enchiladas at Zuly’s Cafe
On the way home to Colorado we stopped at the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument for an invigorating hike down and then up the gorge.
There is a beautiful mosaic of cultures in Northern New Mexico where the Spanish and the Native Americans have forged relationships since the 16th century, sometimes in harmony and other times not. The Anglo minority have assimilated into this patchwork creating a sense of community like no other region in the American South West. We felt revitalized by the people we met; by the expanses of pinon trees and sage brush. Perhaps some would see a harsh environment but there is a pureness to be enjoyed. It is the place where we are welcome, where we belong.
Garth eating wild water cress
There was a day on my last trip to Namibia in which my travel companions and I hired a guiding company to drive us from Walvis Bay to Sandwich Harbour. Our guides deftly maneuvered their Land Cruisers along the ever-shifting shoreline and then up & down massive sand dunes.
Hyena trotting along the Atlantic coastline
We were deposited on top of a sand mountain, left to witness the ancient dune sea of the Namib Desert greet the Atlantic Ocean. It was a beautiful afternoon shared with my travel companions. Here are a few of my images from that day.
Dunes
Sand
Climb
Wind
Curves
Play
safe harbour
Link here to a brief article about Sandwich Harbor by Travel News Namibia.