Monthly Archives: December 2013

The beginning, the end and everything in between

Javier, Joe, Joseph

Javier, Joe, Joseph

We hired the infamous Prado, the one with tires made of glad wrap, for ten days. Each day I set up the tripod exactly six paces from the middle of the bumper. Focus point was set one notch lower than the centre and fixed on the Toyota emblem. The idea being to keep everything as controlled as possible to accentuate the change in surroundings, if our beard growth became more evident in the process then no harm done. ( :

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“Ten days? I see but eight!” I hear you exclaim, a little pretentiously I might add. Well my astute, make believe companion, the first day I gave the shot a miss. Being almost delirious with exhaustion from the flight (I refer you to the post I made during this period) AND having been almost arrested in the immigration office of Dar es Salaam for taking some, not so sly, documentary style photos, I couldn’t be bothered to set up the shot.

Incidentally, as a self diagnosed dyslexic, Dar es Salaam is not a fun name to fill out on a visa form, although it does lend itself to some ironically fitting word play. Not the cleanliest city in the world. I did take a shot the second day but I didn’t have the system down yet, six paces and so on, and what’s more, we had yet to pick my brother up from Mt Kilimanjaro, so it was just me and dad. It’s a nice photo but something big and scary is missing. Repetition is a cheap trick and I plan to use it.

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I have a soft spot for people with a soft spot for elephants. This animation is my gif to you.

elephant gif


Buon Natale Amici

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Magic Hour in Tanzania – Africa

joseph byford landscape photagraphy

They say there are two hours of the day that are “magic” for photographers. These include the very first hour of daylight, as the sun rises, and the very last. While I agree the last hour has its merits, the first hour is actually one where I usually feel at my least “magical”. In the words of Frank Sinatra, “I feel sorry for people who don’t drink, because when they wake up in the morning, that’s the best they gona feel for the rest of the day”.  

The following series is a collection of my favourite landscapes taken during our drive from Dar es Salaam to Speke Bay and back to Zanzibar. In conclusion, the magic hour for Tanzania is actually 7 (thats 5!+2) hours long and pretty dorm friendly, between 10:46am and 6:15pm.

I do like this place.

10 46

10:46 AM

11 02

11:02 AM

11 46

11:46 AM

12:14 PM

12:14 PM

1:06 PM

1:06 PM

1:53 PM

1:53 PM

2:02 PM

2:02 PM

2:11 PM

2:11 PM

5:42 PM

5:42 PM

6:15 PM

6:15 PM

6:42 PM

6:42 PM

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Serengeti Snaps

In Swahili a Safari is simply the word for ‘journey’, and what a journey it was. Incidentally the swahili word puncture is pumzi.

Most of these shots were taken in either the north or south Serengeti however a couple were shot in Manyara close to Karatu. The speedy monkey was taken on the Island of Zanzibar where I am now.












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In contrast to my last post, this entry is about a sever lack of air. Two punctures would be considered pretty unlucky, eight is just madness.

I had hoped it would stop at five, there’s something very satisfying about that number as a good friend of mine once taught me. Alas five was wishful thinking, the punctures kept coming and they grew old as quickly as a lingering handshake grows awkward.

At least now we are all experts at changing tyres in the middle of the Serengeti.

The following images shows chronologically, the a moment of each one of these incidences, they all occurred within a four day period.

Dar es Slaam to Moshi – One Puncture + Spare tyre discovered to be flat

Moshi to Karatu – Two Punctures

Karatu Robanda (Serengeti + Norongogo) – One Puncture

Serengeti – Two Punctures

Robanda – One Puncture

















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