A big blue sky hung above with trails of white cloud streaking above the endless plains framed by mountains on the horizon.  A breeze played the sea of golden grass generating a hypnotic whoosh and rustle, smelling heavily of dried grass and seed.  After a very long and noisy (the Kalahari roads had shifted my exhaust slightly) drive I was blissfully at peace as I sat on the sand in the tall grass, enjoying the desert sun as it thoroughly radiated me.  Off in the desert all around small groups of Namib Horses went about their business grazing, every now and then swishing a tail or twitching an ear.

 A car approached, stopped and a tourist (sporting a floppy hat and safari vest with camcorder in hand) got out along with his guide.  They made their way towards the grazing horses (stalking in a half crouch).  For five minutes they played a game that went like this…people approached; horses backed off.  Having rather quickly tired of this the pair got into their vehicle and drove on.  I turned my attention back to the vista before me and busied myself creating some panoramas.  Before I knew it, a young foal had made its way over to me and paid special attention to my camera bag, my lens (smudging it) and my hand as I sat quietly in the grass.  After inspecting me the youngster went back to feeding, having been joined by the rest of the herd.

 Once again it just goes to show…don’t hound your subject.  Although I did not intend to get close to the horses they eventually approached me.  It was definitely a joy to spend time with them during a time of plenty.  The Southern Namib can be an eerie place and is very captivating.