Tanzanian countryside is a welcome assault on the eyeballs

I'm not going to do this justice at all. Landscape photography isn't something I ever quite got the grasp of. However, it didn't seem right that I didn't at least TRY an acknowledge the ridiculousness of what my eyes had the pleasure of taking in when I was in Tanzania. 

I remember this place as being a sensory overload. There's the openness & the vastness of the plains, the dwarfing scale of everything you see, the vibrant orange haze of the sun reflecting on the grasslands, the brightness of the sun and the stark contrast of the brilliant green hues from the ancient trees. Add to that a flicker of bright red from the Maasai robes you see on some rogue traveller walking through the hot dirt, and maybe you'll start to get a sense of what your eyes are taking in. Don't even get me started on what is going on once you start to add sound & smell into the mix. Primal. That's about all you can say.

Let me tell you a tall tale...

It's probably been about two months since I was on safari, but the memories are still really vivid. Well, as vivid as they can be I guess, when they were made in the haze of a Konyagi aftermath! I really like giraffe. They've got some attitude when they walk, it kind of hypnotizes you. Or again, that just could be the Konyagi paying me back. 

Still, I was captivated by these guys. So I expressly remember taking millions of photos of them. And because there are so many in the Serengeti, I had plenty of talent to work with. But alas! I am a douche. I actually only IMAGINED taking pictures of them. So I have all of what you see here. Really. I'm kicking myself violently right now. Oh well, I've always got the Konyagi memories... Wow, is it just me or is the sun really bright right now. I need sunglasses. And an Advil. Or some hair of the dog....