[Identity] - In him. I recognise something of me.

Not long after I had taken this picture (http://75.co.za/daz/2010/04/02), I found myself in the middle of a dust storm. Visibility dropped to not much at all (I think the camera still has the dust of Amboseli inside).

But as it subsided, a smaller dust 'devil' whirling about, I looked around. I was alone, but for this Masai lad, who was looking at me. He hadn't budged when the wind whipped up the dust. He was confident. Seemed somehow quite regal in the blue cloak of the newly circumcised boy, rather than the traditional red shuka of the warrior. Something about his confidence catches my eye.

He seems secure. In his [identity]. And in him, I recognise something of me.