Monday, January 27, 2014
Photographing on Safari in East Africa:Why a good guide is the most important “tool in your bag”.by Bev Pettit“Stop!” Our guide exclaimed! “Do you see that?” “Er, what?” we mutter, turning our heads in all directions with anticipation. “That, over there!” he exclaims. “…all that we see are trees, empty trees! Why? What do YOU see?” I ask. “Nothing!”, our guide responds. “There’s nothing in those trees!” “Oohhh kay …so what does this mean exactly?” “Well, it means that something’s happening out there. Way out there, on the “marsh”!. If there would be something in those trees, like monkeys, all would be normal. But since it’s quiet and the vultures are flying in the direction of that large herd of buffalo, way out there across the marshland it means that there has to be a kill nearby.”Up come the binoculars and we all peer out across the marshy plains, toward a seemingly never-ending line of buffalo migrating to the north. We peer out, but still, see nothing. Then, all of a sudden an ear pops up in the tall grass, about half way between the buffalo herd and our Land Cruiser. Then, sure enough, another ear pops up, and then a tail. There are lions out there! Not one, not two, but many!Our Tanzanian guide starts up the ...
Friday, December 06, 2013
0 0 1 3268 18630 Bev Pettit Photography 155 43 21855 14.0 96 800x600 Normal 0 false false false EN-US JA X-NONE Wild Horses of America, a Historyby Bev Pettit Horses have been a part of man’s destiny more than any other animal.I love horses. I have had the pleasure of having my own horses' for much of my life. I love to ride them, I love to photograph them. But most of all I just love being around them. They are so peaceful and extremely comforting to be with.But more recently it is the wild horse that has intrigued me. In the past, I had very little direct experience with wild horses. A few years ago I witnessed mustangs roaming freely at the foothills of the Diamond Mountain range in NW Nevada. And this past June I spent 7 days, from sunrise to sunset, watching and photographing herds of mustangs on a private wild horse sanctuary in California. These experiences have led to my becoming aware of and then researching the complex history that has surrounded the horse and how that history has led to current wild horse conflicts.Wild horses have long been considered a living symbol of freedom in America, an icon of independence. They have survived centuries of change. Wild horses have been used, honored, loved, wrangled, fenced, exploited and hated and today are at the center of controversy and debate.Their future seems to be closely tied in with where they came ...
Thursday, December 05, 2013
0 0 1 822 4690 Bev Pettit Photography 39 11 5501 14.0 Normal 0 false false false EN-US JA X-NONE Photographing in Monument Valleyby Bev PettitI am awakened from deep sleep by the sound of high-pitched squeals and the clamor of thundering hoof beats just outside my tent door. At first I feel like I must be in the path of a vicious stampede. But then I hear the commanding yips of watchdogs as they chase the feral horses back out into the wilds of the pitch black desert where they came from, away from our corralled horses. Reminding myself that this is just a normal part of life on the Navajo reservation, I slowly fall back to sleep again.A feral horse in the early morning light.As an equine and landscape photographer based on a small ranch in northern Arizona, I long for any opportunity to spend a few days photographing in Monument Valley, a place where time stands still. My most recent trip there consisted of horse camping in the backcountry. This is truly a spectacular way to experience and photograph the Navajo way of life, Monument Valley and its powerful landscapes which encompass miles of mesas, buttes, windblown red desert sand dunes, pinnacles of tall rock formations towering straight up into the sky, scraggly and twisted wind-worn emerald green trees all combining to create awe-inspiring scenery of color and drama in every direction. My heart skips a beat whenever I ...
Monday, September 30, 2013
After returning from safari in Tanzania in July of 2013, I began to look through my many photos from that trip. I was astonished by how the animals had revealed almost human expression and gestures in my photographs. Spending time close up with the baboons at Manyara, the cheetahs and lions in the Serengeti, and the elephants at Ngorongoro Crater I began to "develop" these images and marvel at their emotional expressions.While in Tanzania, I was fortunate to be able to spend enough time to watch the herds of elephants and observe their close family ties and loving characteristics as shown by mothers and fathers for their young. I can truly say that I was not prepared for the emotion that I witnessed amongst the elephant families. I was amazed at how babies clung to their mother's sides, how parents would guide their babies and keep them close to their sides to protect them and teach them how to behave as the new members of the family. How siblings would help by also teaching and guiding their younger brothers and sisters as the faimly went about their daily routines in the wild. I so appreciated the struggles and playfullness exhibited by the babies, just like human babies do.This amazing emotion that elephants portray I feel is best described by Dame Daphne Sheldrick, founder of the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust in Naifobi, Kenya, in this article from the ...
Saturday, September 07, 2013
In July I set out for a trip of a lifetime. In the back of my mind I've been planning a trip to East Africa for many years. In July, 2013, that dream came true. I set out for Nairobi on the 10th of July with a three-day stop over in London. From there it was only an 8 hour flight to Nairobi where I was met by a representative from the Africa Adventure Company for the start of my three-week adventure into Tanzania and several of the famed wildlife parks there: Tarangire, Lake Manyara Eco-System, Ngorongoro and the Serengeti to witness the Great Migration of thousands of wildebeest and zebra crossing the Mara River into Kenya.I also had the great opportunity to spend three days as a welcome respite from the grueling hours of game drives to visit the people, villages and homes of various tribes including the Masaii, Iraqw, Datoga and the Wahadzabi hunter-gatherer bushmen.Following is a selection of images from this journey. Thank you for your interest in my photography! To view more of my work, please visit me on my Website at www.bevpettit.com or on FaceBook at https://www.facebook.com/BPettitFineArtAll photographs © Bev Pettit Photography, 2013 Great Migration, Serengeti