I have always had a wanderlust and find one of the most reliable ways of kindling inspiration is to revisit some of my favorite places. I come away feeling that I have charged up my batteries of inspiration, for the works of tomorrow, with these visits to the natural 'Temples' of my yesterdays. Not every year is it a visit to the same area, nor does it have to be to the same sort of natural wildness. Sometimes I venture into a completely new area. Yet a 'Temple' it must be! One year it could be to the Queen Charlotte Islands, off the coast of British Columbia. The next maybe to the bleak remote beginnings of Alaska's Aluetian Peninsula, then perhaps to the vast swamps of Africa's Okovango Delta in Botswana. Like most things that are good in life it is usually best if the experiences are shared with 'like minded' friends. I believe that after coming away from these visits one should have the same feeling as after visiting a place of worship. To glean a message of inspiration that gives a deeper knowledge, learning and insight into life, its meanings, intricacies and fragility! I try to organize trips to places where people can get a glimpse back at the way the world once was, even in our Grandparents time, where the dynamics of life were slow and nature had time to react to and balance the natural swings. To places which reflect the way the world should be. Places where our Homo sapiens species hasn't yet slopped across the earth in unimaginable numbers with destructive 'progress'. The pox of western style normality of 'controlled growth'. Even Greenspans 2% target annual growth will obliterate the earth in far far less than a million years.

I want to show people the way the world was and the way the world will yet be once our species has so changed the environment that it will no longer support our arrogant spread. Then nature will once again set the tempo of the pendulum sway. Maybe visits to these areas will trigger a response in people to come up with answers of how to keep our species in check.

My last trip to Africa was in September 2005. Here the temple was the Great Fish river Canyon, The kalahari Desert and the Okavango Delta. Late September is the best month in Africa for game viewing! It is the end of the dry winter and the leaves will be off the trees allowing the shy game to be more visible. The October heat will still be a few weeks off. But, most importantly for me, the hosts of migrant birds will be arriving. After completing their crossing of the Sahara desert from Europe they will be pouring out across the African Savannah. The mornings will be alive with their songs and calls as they set up territories and start woo'ing prospective mates!