STORM RELIEF
It was the cusp of the dry season in Botswana. All living things were desperately awaiting the coming rains. Savuti was littered with death. The image of an eland dying of thirst so close to a waterhole will be forever etched in my mind. By the following day, only ragged bones remained. Vultures and maribou storks picked at what little remained after the hyenas had feasted. It was the cycle of the bush: one life traded for the sustenance of another, all in perfect balance.