“What I could not have known was that Kenya would experience its worst drought in living memory, nor that I would witness it. I could never have guessed just how long it takes a wildebeest or a zebra to starve to death, nor that I would watch nearly all of them in the area do just that. I could not have anticipated the imprint that this suite of sadness would leave on my psyche as the shadows in my mind grew long and I began to wonder if, like everything else in Amboseli, I myself would crack, crumble, and blow away. Someone told me once that, as we live, we either become broken or we soften. In hindsight I see that making Maji Moto was a panicked attempt not to break.”
—Courtney Fitzpatrick, “Maji Moto”
Sad and beautiful.
