As I looked into the eyes of Glady and Laurine, I wondered how their life was different than mine.  My guess is that Glady owned the small store that they were sitting in front of.  They could be working for someone else too.  Laurine was Glady's daughter.  I loved their eyes.  Look at them.  

You can see deep inside to their souls.  They are happy.  Would I be happy in their shoes?  I hope so but I don't know.  They were happy.  They were so different than all of the other shop owners and shop workers at this stop in Africa.  Most would hassle us as we walked by.  Not Glady and Laurine.  They were polite.  They assumed that we would walk in and take a look at their goods if we wanted to.  There was no hassling us.  I liked that.  We went in.....and we bought.

When our daughter was 9 years old, we went with friends on a safari to Kenya, Africa.  This was truly an experience of a lifetime.  We did what I call "high-end" camping.  We actually stayed in tents.  Inside the tents were full size beds, dressers, coffee tables and even bathrooms.  One of our locations had a tent with its own porcelain toilet.  The tents were guarded at night.  The guard was really there more to keep us from wandering into some waiting mouth than for keeping the animals away from us.  If I am going to camp I would say this is the way to go!

Our tour director knew how to drive a jeep and position it for the best photos.  He understood lighting, backgrounds and was a great help in getting the shots.  We did a morning and afternoon drive each day.  

Some of my favorite shots were of the babies.  You could always find mom or dad close when you saw babies.  The innocence of the children was usually a stark contrast to the protectionism of the parent.