Living in the developed world, the structures of the landscape causes humankind to feel as though it exists around us, as a backdrop to the dramas of our life. For so long have those structures been inhabited, they appear to exist for humankind. The hills, fields, moors and seas have been domesticated. Trained and pruned. Populated.


In Africa, they have not. In Africa the natural structures stand separate and beyond humankind. They do not bend to our desires but rather often resist and refuse us. The land seems harsh, as though it minds us here. The distances are vast; the skies high. There is little sense of co-operation, but rather a sense of tolerance. It feels always as though a good season, a cool summer, rain but not floods, heat but not drought are something akin to a gift; certainly not a right. Nature keeps us on our toes in Africa.


In Africa we know we are not the centre of the Universe, we see our fragility in the disregard nature has for us.