Summer in the Kruger


Portrait taken during my trip to Eastern Cape, South Africa.
When I started taking pictures, I made many mistakes, not only technical ones, but also when I approached and talked with people. I felt shy and I thought that people would reject me when I asked them to take a portrait. Over time and after being rejected several times I began to master the way how to approach people.

I've always believed that photography has a lot to do with the camera and the technical aspects, but not at the same time. What has taken me most time to dominate has not been the opening or the exposure time that I am going to use in my camera, but how I am going to approach an issue or a situation with the person I am going to photograph.

After photographing hundreds of people what I can tell you is that in many occasions photography is in the background, since the stories that people give me are much stronger than the portrait itself.
Retrato tomado durante mi viaje a la provincia de Eastern Cape, Sudáfrica.
Cuando comencé a tomar fotos cometía muchos errores, no solamente técnicos, sino también al momento de acercarme y hablar con las personas. Me daba pena o pensaba que la gente me rechazaría cuando les pidiera tomar un retrato. Con el tiempo y después de ser rechazado varias ocasiones comencé a dominar la manera en cómo acercarme a las personas.
Siempre he creído que la fotografía tiene mucho que ver con la cámara y los aspectos técnicos pero a la vez no. Lo que más tiempo me ha llevado a dominar no ha sido la apertura o el tiempo de exposición que voy a usar, sino cómo voy a abordar un tema o una situación con la persona a la que voy a fotografiar.
Después de fotografiar a cientos de personas lo que te puedo decir es que en muchas ocasiones la fotografía queda en segundo plano, ya que las historias que me regala la gente son mucho más fuertes que el retrato mismo.



All morning I had followed Kaoga. Each foot step he placed seemed to be at one with nature, each change of direction, was as if the wind blew him to where he needed to be.

His pace undulated with the importance of what he had spotted. A berry, a leaf, a stick. Each object of interest pushed him faster. His gracious movements were swift but urgent, it was as if an ancient beast would swoop down & snatch this natural prize from his grasp.

I followed with intrigue. Each new interest bought new lessons. A hole dug here and another there, leafs were plucked and berries sucked, the walk was interesting to say the least. I was learning a lot, but It drove home the fact that I would never be able to survive like he.
Kaoga’s interest never faltered, quiet moments were interrupted by gossip from the others that drifted in our wake. The family were out, about & foraging.

After two hours I realised we had covered a lot of ground. The sun was higher & my water bottles level lower, surely we would turn around soon.
Another hour marched on as we, my interest had clearly departed, the Botswanan summer heat ensuring no reminants remained, just like my empty water bottle. I really should have asked properly how long this walk would take.

My ignorance proved to be a killer, I had asked that question. The answer; not too long at all. I regret now not realising I was in the Kalahari where time really doesn’t matter to most, only the need to calm a rumbling stomach.

Finally I felt the sun burn the other side of my face, we had finally spun around. This good news was only soured when I realised how far we had come. Now we had to retrace our steps.

My feet no longer sprang in the sand, their slow gait drew tracks most native animals are unfamiliar with.
I was a broken man. Branches rasped my face & thorns gripped my skin. All I wanted to do was rest.

The San powered on.

Eventually I slumped my weary bones down on a chair, three bottles of water disappeared & I had a larger respect for those around me. No panting, complaining or gossiping just a number of happy full bellies from the long march in the Kalahari sands.



Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don't give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.
-Tena Desae
The Photo Start students had an absolute blast at our Kidventure field trip last week! #PhotoStart

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“Faces of the World : Chole Island, TANZANIA” – Tucked away in between the more well-known Mafia Island and Juani Island in Tanzania is a little island called Chole. To get to the island from mainland Tanzania is an adventure in itself.

There is only one accommodation for visitors on the jungle island, and they are the 7 treehouses (without any walls and electricity) with an outdoor bathing area shielded only by “walls” made of tree leaves and a very basic toilet. Chole Island, is therefore, a place to be visited only by a “specific” kind of people.

And it was here that we were based for 5 whole nights, where we lived like Tarzan and Jane in our very comfortable treehouses, and mingled with the friendly villagers on the island, the majority of whom are Muslim. We met these siblings during one of our many walks around the village. I stopped to talk to them for awhile and asked to photograph them, which they happily obliged.

Our stay in a treehouse on this island is one of the most unique experiences we have had in all our travels around the world. If we ever want to get away from it all, and step back in time, this will be a place to return!!


The floofiest antelope out there - waterbuck