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Africa. It's imagery and lore have been a part of my consciousness since childhood. On December 1, 1998, I was fortunate enough to make my first trip there: a safari in Kenya with my wife and two of her grandchildren.

Several people have asked to see photos of the trip and I have posted some of my prints here. My wife took many more slides but I do not have equipment for scanning them so my prints will have to do. I took all of these pictures except for the ones of Treetops Lodge and Mount Kenya.

Regrettably, my most poetic memories of Kenya were not captured on film: a troop of baboons lumbering down to a river bank in Samburu while a crocodile basked on a nearby sandbar in the early morning light; a lioness stalking a small herd of wildebeest; a baby elephant flaring its ears in anger at our Land Rover, and much more that made for several days of wonderment and high adventure.

One thing I really noticed was how astonishingly quiet it is out in the bush. While I was there I felt like I was next to something seminal, darkly feral, and atavistically potent; something that existed before human memory. I won't soon forget it. It has woven itself into the fabric of my dreams.