A water buffalo had come into camp.
In the morning chill and fog, as we made our way down to the flat crater plain, I encountered a couple young Masai men. The others in the small group of safari travelers shied away from the native africans, but I always was drawn to engage with them. This morning we met as they were stepping from the mysterious shrouded bush and I was just waking from my dreams—and the water buffalo and lions.
I took some photos and now treasure the images as reminders of wildness, Africa, and the wonderful Masai who I chanced to meet.