Home Again The forest was a sea of sounds in the fog as twilight began to change the world from black to a deep dark blue. I climbed down to the ground and waited.

Like ships moving silently in the dark, forest elephants floated through the fog, fading gently into view for brief moments only before disappearing again without a sound, into the dark twilight air.

The blue black darkness all around began to fill, gently, with the peaceful sounds of a forest coming to the end of a long night.

The soft grass under my feet, covering a heavy damp earth, in sharp contrast to the solid fallen tree trunk I sat on, flavored with the rich, pungent, and slightly sweet smell of the forest, all contributed to sensory overload.

I could not explain what I felt, I could not think about my feelings, I was completely wrapped-up with feeling my overloaded senses.

In this paradise enveloped by wet fog, I watched the dark forms of elephants moving silently, and waited.

As soon as the meter in my camera registered light, I began making these photographs.

I was home!

     I was back in Africa again ...

               Hal Noss, December 1994