River sand

When you get closer to the Zambian border, life in the river almost imperceptibly changes.

In the glittering pools where the early morning sun has fallen, the shadows of goats and women have risen from the river sand, that same sand which elephants were dusting themselves with just moments ago.

To me, it is that seamless blending in of different realms and materials - dust, trees, human, animal life, river beds, villages- that defines the mystique of this place: the dying image of a primitive freedom.