david korte photographs

The savannas are burning.  Smoke is in the air.  The grasses burn quickly as the steady sea-breeze carry flames inland to the edge of the forests.  Scorched vegetation spills from forest onto the savanna, remnants of the wet season rains.  These fires smolder for days, creeping through the dry timber of downed trees.  Flocks of storks glean the ashen wasteland, picking among the bleached carcasses of millipedes, scattering the plates of tortoise shells, all that remains of creatures caught out in the wrong place at the wrong time.