Footprints in the Pans - Three Days in Etosha National Park

Dust clings to the horizon. The salt pans stretch endlessly—vast, white, and ancient. For three days, Etosha became both canvas and companion. We rose with the sun, rattling across the earth in a Land Rover, eyes scanning for movement, for shadows in the grass, for the quiet promise of a lion. We waited. We hoped. But some footprints stay hidden.

Zebras—by the hundreds—etched lines of motion across the pans, their patterns like brushstrokes in monochrome. Hours passed in stillness and in awe. Every moment, a study in contrast: the silence and the calls, the emptiness and the life it cradles.

I returned with over 3,500 raw images. These are the best. Not just the sharpest or most striking—but the ones that carry the dust, the light, and the long, quiet heartbeat of Etosha.

See for yourself: