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Etosha is a hot, harsh and unforgiving land for most of the year. However, towards the end of November a transformation happens - clouds start to form, moisture is tangible in the air, and storms start to build across the endless horizon. Water comes to this land, much needed sustenance. I photographed these two Springbok as they trudged their way across the surface of the Etosha pan, the mud just moist from the first tease of rain. Their journey seemed perilous, but the storms in the distance promised that they would not perish, at least not from thirst.

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