I took this photo while on patrol for poachers in the Kalahari Desert in the African summer of 1995. These people are part of the San Bushmen tribe and are said to be the very beginnings of our human race. They are capable of living happily in some of the most inhospitable and remote terrain on earth. Unfortunately they are being forced from their hunter gatherer culture to the "civilized" system. Their nomadic quest has been to move in search of water living in balance with the natural cycles of our planet. Now they face outside pressures to move out of the desert and into society so their lands can be mined for natural resources. They are drawn out by setting up wells on the border of the Kalahari giving them permanent water access thus no need to travel and no need to continue their culture that has lasted thousands if not millions of years. They are also subject to terrible racial cruelty. They now stand to exist in a world of suffering. The terrible irony is that we have shackled the very people that gave the human race a shot at survival on this earth.