Haemanthus – Paintbrush lilies


Like symbols of defiance, the gorgeous blooms of the paintbrush lilies are putting on a show in the midst of one of the worst droughts in years.  These geophytes cope  by storing moisture in their bulbs through times of restricted water ensuring the plants needs in producing the next generation through the cycle of flowers and fruit.


The immediate reaction on arriving at the foot of these immense orange dunes, is a sense of awe, and yet also of familiarity.  Dune 45, Big Daddy and Big Mama along with the desolation of  Deadvlei and the remnants of ancient dead acacias must be some of the most photographed desert scenes.

The scale and sinuous form are extraordinary, the geometry sensuous.  Here multi-directional wind lifts up the dune skirts forming star shapes with three or more arms extending from their peaks.  Eastwards a transverse dune belt lies sculpted by southerly winds in summer and firmly packed by the easterlies in winter into linear shapes. Further north the barchans / crescentic dunes lie perpendicular to the strong southerlies and are pushed like waves northwards towards the Kuiseb River where the encroaching sand is halted and stopped from spreading onto the gravel plains that spread northwards to the Swakop River.

This arid desert biome supports a surprising population of adapted fauna and flora.  An average of less than 50mm of rain falls in a year, but precipitation is supplemented by coastal fog – a crucial source of water for many plants and animals.


The Encroaching Desert (Namibia)

It’s a harsh place this Namib desert.  Sandstorms obliterate, wind forever sculpts the sea of sand pushing it northwards. Referred to as world’s oldest desert some of the highest wind speeds are recorded in the south, particularly in the Sperrgebiet.  The dunes march across the landscape forming linear or star shapes or the classical barchan, depending on the wind direction and how it funnels through the valleys.

Kolmanskop is a deserted mining village near the harbour town of Luderitz. The last inhabitant left in 1956 and the village stands ghostly and abandoned as the sand reclaims the desolate buildings.


Another abandoned building in the middle of nowhere; like a stage setting for lost dreams and hopes, one can’t help wondering what happened to the inhabitants.