The fusion of light, colours and the breeze plays verses of an ancient song, chorused by the sky, earth and water - a tune that has played since time, only adapted to the place of the present. Some have attempted to play god and altered the lyrics, but the now of each moment overcomes the arrogance.

In the wilderness there is no need for yesterday for each moment that is now is to be cherished. Tomorrow is of the seasons and will roll into moments of now. Each moment is now, yesterday and tomorrow. We have set our minds to the next corner, or what will be tomorrow, when paradise is now and we miss the enlightenment of the moment.During my early guiding years I became an obsessive trigger-happy photographer, seeking the ultimate image - maybe brought on by attempting to provide my guests with, what I presumed, was the ultimate African experience. My earlier images are all taken in 'perfect light' and show the self-defined drama of Africa. It was only when I began to appreciate the wilderness in the now that I began to see that the real drama of Africa was each moment.Why am I so fascinated by what my colleagues have titled 'dung and dust'? Why can I spend precious time on what others see as arbitrary? Because I am fascinated by what we let pass us by! We rush on to tomorrow thinking that is where we will find fulfilment. What I have learnt is to live the now and tomorrow will be as it has been since light was called into the world. Forget the now and tomorrow will be what you have feared.We talk about our link to the earth and how we need to rekindle that which we have lost, but then rush on ahead without spending a moment listening to what the earth is telling us. We have been told the way to experience the return but have not spent time trying to figure it out for ourselves and thus move further away.To hear the sound of the wilderness is not to hear the roar of a lion or the cry of the fish eagle. It is not the sound of a summer thunderstorm nor is the insects on a warm evening. The sound of the wilderness is the peace within our souls when we hear the roar and the storm.We have forgotten how to listen amidst our personal noise, the noise of the rush into tomorrow. The silence, so foreign to us now, should be a comforter and not an enemy.