I mean to say are these my memories caught in decomposing film, the photos taken long ago on the shores of Lake Elmenteita? Or are these scenes simply mirages?
There’s no way to be absolutely sure.
But then I do recall distinct sensations – eyes stinging in the corrosive cocktail of flamingo guano and volcanic soda – a circumstance that could well account for the blurriness of these vistas. The acrid deposits along the water’s edge also made my nose curl and run. And then there was the disorientating honking and grunting of lessers and greaters, so oddly amplified over the shallow lake. That pale pink mist was strange too, as if some unseen hand had released it for theatrical effect. And finally there were the chilly first-light temperatures which ever argued with a determined point of view that equatorial climes could not possibly be so frosty.
Sometimes in Africa it was hard to know which way was up.
copyright 2019 Tish Farrell
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An interesting take on the challenge, Tish!
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I have always heard you cn fllo the eye but not the camera….or is it the other way around?
That’s just it. Who knows 🙂
Why does this happen? the wood is fool not filo
Predictive text kerfuffle!
Like when my phone tell me what I want to say?
Now that is annoying!
how well you tell it it Tish – the impact is as fresh as the film once was
That’s a very lovely comment, Laura.
Tranquil, disorienting and unsettling, sometimes all in the same moment. Your words and images capture those feelings of Africa perfectly
You summed it up so well too, Lisa.
I lioenwhst she said too – so well so “ditto” for me – ha
Wonderful. I love places like this. The photos would look great printed.
Glad these hit the spot, Suzanne.
Your words and photos float together in a distant dream – delicate and magical.
Thank you, Ann-Christine.
Your posts of Africa always make me think of Karen Blixen’s “Out of Africa” . I can almost hear her voice.
You made me smile. She is often in my head too 🙂
How very sad, disintegrating film Tish. Then again, your memories never will. That’s something, isn’t it?!
Thank you for those wise words, Tina.
I love that last shot. In the other two, I keep squinting to see what the white edge is on the horizon. It’s the feeling of something just out of reach or at the edge of vision.
janet
‘something just out of reach or at the edge of vision.’ That sums things up beautifully too, Janet.
One of the great wildlife spectacles our continent has to offer!
Indeed it is 🙂
Great images from Africa.
Thank you, Pete.
How cool you have film photos to pull from 😉
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Our film photos from all those years ago now look so grainy and faded. At the time we thought they were so clear and now like our memories, they take on a different hue. I like how you relate your memory to your senses. The nose always remembers 😉
My nose has an especially good memory 🙂
Mine isn’t working at all right now. Spring allergies this year are brutal.
Oh dear. Many commiserations.
Tish, I love you. Thank you for images that are beyond the scope of most of us- make of them what we will. What a world! 🙂 🙂
So happy you love these glimpses, Jo (and me of course) ❤
They are very nice pictures and everyone would like to record such wonderful moments
Many thanks.