This is why photos from that safari are so few. After a day or two, however, Ruark got over his regret at the loss of the cameras, if not the exposed film. He told Harry Selby he was actually happy they were gone. Always worrying about getting a shot, getting the light right, spooking the animal you're stalking. From here on, he said, life would be simpler and they could concentrate on the real business at hand.
In those days, photography was an adjunct to a safari, sort of like the wovengrass baskets you pick up in the Okavango or the fly-whisk you got from one of your trackers. Cameras were more awkward and complicated back then. Film was delicate and perishable. Photography was not the object of the whole exercise.
Today, everything is turned around. In the age of cell-phone cameras and selfies, when everyone is Alfred Eisenstadt
