Komoras at the Edge – A Journey Along Namibia’s Atlantic Shores

Along the desolate stretch where Namibia’s sand dunes collapse into the restless Atlantic, I journeyed in my old, faithful Land Rover – its tires humming against the wet shore, its windows open to the salt-soaked wind. This is where the komoras roam: solitary, ancient, enigmatic.

With a camera slung over my shoulder and a heart attuned to silence, I followed their subtle rhythms – how they moved, waited, and watched. Komoras, shy and elusive, seem like spirits born of sand and sea mist. They appear when the tide recedes and the light grows soft, silhouettes against the vastness of ocean and desert.

Each image I captured is a moment of communion. A glance, a pause, a stillness—sometimes defiant, sometimes weary. These aren’t just photographs of animals. They are portraits of survival, presence, and the intimate conversation between wildness and landscape.

There is no road here—only the memory of tracks that vanish with the tide, just like the komoras themselves.

Have a look at what I captured: