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There really is no other accommodation within this section of Namibia’s Skeleton Coast.

Shipwreck Lodge has just ten cabins; eight accommodate two people, the other two cater for four guests.

So, 24 guests is a “full house”!

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This is the current series’ final trio of images taken from the bed of the (mostly dry-surfaced, but intermittently greened/vegetated) Hoarusib.

Only on very infrequent occasions is flowing water readily evident; usually, parts of the riverbed double as road.

All three photos were taken within a single “window” of less than two minutes, as I walked a very short distance, and pointed my 400mm lens north/ish.

At this point the Hoarusib’s source is circa 280 kilometres further inland.

The Atlantic’s “skeleton coast” is less than 20 kilometres distant.

Here, I think, is one of “our” planet’s singular places.

Arguably, no other (relatively) accessible location so richly deserves to be described as “pristine wilderness”…

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Umpteen times, during our several hours spent in and around the lower reaches of the Hoarusib River, I was amazed and awestruck.

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All three images involve the same dune, as viewed from the bed of the Hoarusib – the river the dune was “meeting”, at 9.06/9.07 am on 14 November 2022.

I shot all three within circa 90 seconds, with a 400 mm lens.

You will see more within these images if you enlarge them /zoom in on their details.

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See lower image’s caption….

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Beyond words…

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In this part of the Namib – its western edge, adjacent to the Atlantic’s “skeleton coast” – its dunes are often generally-lighter in colour than are those further inland and further south.

Here, also, variations in colour and texture are more readily-evident/common on the dunes’ surfaces.

Their “sands” are not all of the same kind, colour and density; accordingly, winds “sift”, “sort” and shift them, differentially.

The results are oft-exquisite: “sand mandalas”, sans any human role in their creation.

I especially love what happens when shifting sands meet rocks and/or riverbeds; they, too, are far from “uniform”.

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