In December 2002 I traveled as far north of Johannesburg as one can go in South Africa. Way up to a little town called Musina just bordering Zimbabwe. There, on the top of a water reservoir overlooking a valley, a group of us stood and watched day turn to night in a matter of seconds. We were briefly in the shadow of the moon.
I discovered a folder of photographs from that trip recently. The other-worldliness of the landscape and the graininess of these photos, taken sparingly on a single reel of 35mm colour film, combine to turn what was only a decade and a half ago into a different era.