Extol August-September 2018 | Page 106

A LIFE IN PROGRESS

Story and Photos by Eli Lucas

‘ CLICK’ GO THE MOMENTS

Editor’ s Note: Ray Lucas, our regular columnist, opted to give way to his son for this month’ s A Life in Progress column.

A s a photography enthusiast, I love capturing images, but I feel it sometimes separates me from the moment. Recently, I was fortunate enough to travel to Southern Africa with my grandmother and my great aunt. As we journeyed through South Africa, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Botswana, I found myself in a photographer’ s paradise.

A cheetah 2 feet away, elephants by the dozen, provocative urban photos and rolling landscapes that make Floyds Knobs look like an ant hill.
For weeks, I captured Southern Africa through a lens, taking 
 hundreds of images until one man from a village 
 in Zimbabwe challenged me 
 to use my camera with 
 stronger purpose.
The afternoon after I had fed elephants in
Victoria Falls, I travelled to the local village, Ko Mpisi. When I stepped off the bus, I was greeted by a man who met me with a smile and a handshake. I smiled right back and pulled my hand away to reach into my camera bag. I asked if I could take a photo of him and he complied.
As I toured his village, he explained that he represented over 1,000 people who lived in the bush and how his way of life was simple and honest. I nodded, smiled and clicked away. I harvested corn with the locals... click. I watched a man cook a chicken for his family... click click. I entered a hut to see where his family slept at night... click, click, click. I felt a hand on the shoulder that my camera strap rested on. It was the village leader, the same man that greeted me when I got off the bus. He approached to tell me that his village hosted people from all around the world and that I should consider returning. He reached for my hand and shook it but didn’ t let go. He held my hand in his for what felt like minutes, as if we had been friends for decades. He asked me to consider returning to his village to live. The feeling of a stranger’ s hand in my own as he asked me to adopt his people’ s culture was overwhelming; I nodded my head and explained that if I could come up with the funds I would return next summer. He smiled and nodded but didn’ t let go. His eyes never strayed from mine and his hand never flinched despite the growing heat between our palms. No photo could’ ve captured what I felt in that intimate moment in the Zimbabwe desert.
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