Photograph the edges, not the middle

The centre of a pan is where nothing happens. Life in the Kalahari clings to edges — where salt meets grass, where dune meets riverbed, where shade meets sun. A camera pointed at the empty middle records the landscape; pointed at the edges, it records the animals that use it.

The same goes for the day. The hours around sunrise and sunset carry nearly all the movement, and the light that makes it worth recording. Midday belongs to the heat haze, and the heat haze belongs to nobody.

This journal is sorted by edges on purpose. Every place listed under The pans is a boundary of some kind, and the photographs are grouped by which boundary they were taken on.