Red Desert: Wandering the Surreal Planes of Sossusvlei
Crimson dunes billow up around a silent flat pan of cracked, bleach-white earth. Dead, gnarled trees, as black as soot, jut out of this white earth and like knobbly fingers stretch out towards the harsh blue sky. It’s midday- the sun is at its hottest. The whiteness of the pan intensifies and glares, looking like a white pearl which has fallen out of the sky onto the orange sand and remained there untouched. And so it lies...