Sunday night it rained again. So Monday morning I sent a man on a camel to check whether the elephants had remained in Tabarac-Barac forest or had continued south. Upon hearing the news that the all tracks led south out of the forest, we packed up camp and prepared to follow the herd. Mohammed had an idea of where they were headed, so we took a different route and intersected their tracks about 15 km south of Banzena. When we caught up with them, they were still on the move, now dispersed into smaller family groups spread over several dunes, but still moving south. Again the wind was coming from the same direction as the afternoon sun, so I had no other option than to photograph them backlit against the yellow hills. Before the sun had set, more than 100 elephants had passed before us. We made camp nearby and spent our first night as nomads following the herd. There is something magical about migration. It requires a dynamic and expansive natural realm without hard boarders, where resources can vary over space and time and animals can move freely to meet their needs for food and water. It represents wilderness, not yet choked by the hands of man.View new photography at www.carltonward.com