Waiting for the Savannah

Just off a quiet neighborhood road, there is a light blue bench. Most people pass it without a second thought, but to mje, it's a seat at the edge of the world.

In these beginning stages, I'm stripping away the tar and the houses. I'm placing this humble, weathered roadside bench where it belongs: under the canopy of an Acacia tree, bathed in the glow of a South AFrican sunset.

The Story so Far

• The Haze: I've built a sky that moves from a buttery horizon into a deep, plum twilight.

• The Contrast: The peeling blue of the wood is the perfect soulmate for these fiery oranges.

• The Feeling: By softening the horizon, the neighborhood dissapears, leaving only the vast, quiet peace of the plains.

This isn't just a landscape; it's an invitation to step off the road and wait for the light to find you.