The early glow paints the young male impala as it struts around the skittish herd, eager to be box office but aware he will never topple the king and probably struggle to knock over the 25 other young male adversaries to even get to this antelope throne.
Andy Howe’s eyes narrow, he has a less patrician or titled quarry in mind and he and Jimmy have simultaneously zeroed in on an elusive, dignified, and less publicity-grabbing animal: a leopard both are on first-name terms with.
Andy’s seen enough of the ginger prince’s increasingly desperate efforts for attention and slowly lowers himself into his ‘work zone’. What do you think of his efforts? I know, none too shabby.
Andy is a regular, a favourite son, but modest with it. He is a frankly superb photographer but also a guest who’s hamper is always burgeoning.
This is a marvellous portfolio from this bashful guy, he may be Kicheche royalty but he’ll never make a big oprah about it, he’ll spare us that.