Sandman

Missed me? I've been to Murchison Falls this weekend, getting as close to roughing it as I've gotten here in Uganda. A pit in the ground for a toilet? I call that roughing it.

And it's been great. I can't describe the weekend as anything but a photographer's dream really. Witnessing the sheer force of the waterfall as it bellowed out into the valleys below, against a tropical forest backdrop. Crossing the Nile and realizing that the clear skies and calm waters were about to give us the most perfect sunset, with the occasional yawning hippopotamus off in the horizon.

Seeing everything from baboons to antelopes to warthogs during game drive. Baby elephants ambling around without a care in the world, while their massive parents watched closely. Tall giraffes refusing to stand up straight for a photograph. Catching a glimpse of a lion – so rarely seen in these areas that it magnified the pure satisfaction of it all tenfold.

As if that hadn't been enough, the next day's boat ride had even more to offer. Kingfishers diving for fish and crocodiles cooling themselves off in the water. Buffalo grazing and fish eagles perching on trees. Monkeys leaping acrobatically from tree to tree, latching onto distant branches with nimble fingers.

It was beautiful; deeply, movingly beautiful. Nature, the way God intended it.