Nick Brandt’s Journey 'Across the Ravaged Land'

Elephant Footprints, Amboseli, 2012 (final image of Brandt's photo trilogy).

Elephant Footprints, Amboseli, 2012 (final image of Brandt’s photo trilogy).

It’s an unlikely starting point for Nick Brandt’s nature photography and trilogy of books on the endangered wildlife of East Africa: directing a 1995 Michael Jackson music video “Earth Song.” A plangent cry against a human and environmental apocalypse set against the still haunting images of the then recent Bosnian war—the video prompted the director/photographer to begin a more than decade long mission to record the quickly vanishing animals inhabiting the immense game parks of Kenya—especially the greatest pachyderms, elephants, whose ivory tusks are the lucrative cash crop for high tech international poachers.

Brandt’s three books, the last one published in September of 2013, document a looming tragedy—that these great beasts of the African wilderness could soon be found only in zoos and private reserves.

As a shocking visual metaphor of this possibility, Brandt speaks of a magnificent photograph he made of a line of elephants in Amboseli Preserve in 2008.

Elephants walking Through Grass, Amboseli, 2008.

Elephants walking Through Grass, Amboseli, 2008.

An evocative and echoing composition, twenty-two rangers supporting poached ivory tusks, also photographed in Amboseli only three years later, will haunt you. This image hangs in my and Carol’s living room; I see it every day, a graphic reminder of the mindless predations rampant on our small planet.

22 Rangers with Poached Elephant Tusks.

22 Rangers with Poached Elephant Tusks.

Brandt’s first photo safari was in 2000; it was planned with the exactitude of a movie shoot. Each subsequent trip Brandt has made broadens the scope of his work, and the final book in the trilogy, Across the Ravaged Land, includes disturbing images of animal heads mounted on posts, surveying the sere landscape they once roamed. This book also includes human figures for the first time, portraits revealing dedicated park rangers as witnesses to the slaughter.

Ranger with Tusks of Killed Elephant.

Ranger with Tusks of Killed Elephant.

Brandt creates his haunting work on medium format film, scans, then Photoshops the images to control sky, tone and contrast. He uses no trickery of altering the animals—in placement or number. He shoots with a Pentax 67 11 and works in close to his subjects, using only two fixed lenses. His rationale is simple:

“You wouldn’t take a portrait of a human being from a hundred feet away and expect to capture their spirit; you’d move in close.”

Brandt’s sense of human-like intimacy is embodied in the close bonds among elephant families, a dedication to the group that protects the vulnerable young and the old—but which also makes the beasts easy pickings for poachers. There are dozens of YouTube videos showing this familial bond. Here is one:

Many infant elephants are orphaned because of poaching. Two years ago, Carol and I were in Kenya with an International Outreach group from AMPAS, and we visited the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust outside Nairobi, which takes in orphaned wildlife, especially elephants. Like us, elephants have a lengthy period of dependency. Native workers on site sleep in row stables on straw pallets with the infants, “parenting” them, even blanketing them on cold nights. The trust’s website provides an overview of its mission.

The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust link

A video invokes the urgency of their situation.

Vimeo—WILD: Kenya’s Elephants and The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust video link

One of the most affecting aspects of Brandt’s work is not an emotional plea for our attention, but a straightforward yet artful presentation of the magnificence of these ancient creatures—photographed in their native habitat, intimate portraits that speak to the unique personality of each creature. In the afterword to his first book, On This Earth, from 2005, Brandt writes of this “state of being”:

I’m not interested in creating work that is simply documentary or filled with action and drama, which has been the norm in the photography of animals in the wild. What I am interested in is showing the animals simply in the state of Being. In the state of Being before they no longer are…. This world is under terrible threat, all of it caused by us. To me, every creature, human or nonhuman, has an equal right to live, and this feeling, this belief that every animal and I are equal, affects me every time I frame an animal in my camera. The photos are my elegy to these beautiful creatures, to this wrenchingly beautiful world that is steadily, tragically vanishing before our eyes.

Abandoned Ostrich Egg, Amboseli, 2007.

Abandoned Ostrich Egg, Amboseli, 2007.

In a video from 2012, made for the exhibition On This Earth A Shadow Falls, Brandt crouches before one of his most famous images and reveals how he began this work:

And last September, in the same New York City gallery, the artist paused again before his photographs to discuss recent work from his third book, Across the Ravaged Land, as well as his new endeavor, the “Big Life Foundation.” (A concurrent exhibition was held at the Fahey-Klein Gallery in Los Angeles and Brandt’s work can be seen there.)

Exhibition room of Dunkers Museum, Sweden.

Exhibition room of Dunkers Museum, Sweden.

There is a deeply personal connection to wildlife photography that draws me to Nick Brandt’s work. In early 1970, as a still tyro camera assistant, I traveled to Tanzania and Kenya for producer Irwin Rosten. The assignment was to film a one-hour television documentary for National Geographic to be broadcast on NBC. That documentary, Kifaru, Swahili for rhinoceros, was commissioned to examine the territorial habitat of East Africa’s black rhinos through the eyes of a Canadian wildlife biologist named John Goddard. John, his wife Shelly, and their pre-teen daughter had spent several years recording, photographing, and tagging the black rhinos in Tanzania’s Ngorogoro Crater, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that lies close to the Serengeti Plains and Olduvai Gorge.

Ngorogoro Crater, Tanzania, the Caldera Valley.

Ngorogoro Crater, Tanzania, the Caldera Valley.

The crater, which formed when a large volcano exploded and collapsed on itself two to three million years ago, is 610 meters (2,000 feet) deep and its floor covers 260 square kilometers (100 square miles). Estimates of the height of the original volcano range from 4,500 to 5,800 meters (14,800 to 19,000 feet) high. (Wikipedia)

We later followed Goddard to Kenya’s East Tsavo National Park, an arid preserve similar to the American Southwest, to continue studying the black rhino population—but also to understand what was the ever-growing problem of elephant over population. Competition for forage between the two great browsers, elephants and rhinos, was turning vast areas of the preserve into sand dunes and blowing soil. Poachers were always a presence but many of the deaths came from local villagers trying to feed their families—not the large-scale, commercial killing fields of the 21st century. The landscape of Tsavo, especially that surrounding the village of Voi, is iron-rich, red dirt; it coats both pachyderm species in a beautiful umber mantle. Goddard feared that unless the elephants were forthwith put under a program of “cropping,” the entire ecosystem would collapse and become a dust bowl. At the least, the highly vulnerable, and grossly myopic, rhinos would be decimated. This was my introduction to the dilemmas caused by man in his mis-management of the fragile wild environments that bore his footprints. The game parks of East Africa were often, even then, enclosed with perimeter fences and human constructed watering holes. One of the most popular of these pools for the local elephant population lay at the base of the hill of the Voi Safari Lodge, one of the few hostels within the park, located almost midway between Nairobi and Mombasa.

Man made watering hole at the Voi Safari Lodge.

Man made watering hole at the Voi Safari Lodge.

A half century later, I still recall sitting around the lodge’s open air bar having a drink at evening twilight, freshly showered after a dusty, bumpy day in a beat up Land Rover, coughing up that fine powder of red dirt—raptly watching several dozen elephants come in to wallow and water in the fading, cool light. The behemoths seemed invulnerable both in number and size; the threat to them seemed remote; at that time the danger was the relentless pursuit of rhino horn, not elephant tusks—horns to be ground into a powdered aphrodisiac for a gullible and avid Asian market. But by the late 1980s, it became clear that a threat existed to both elephants and rhinos. A fascinating issue from 1990 of the journal Pachyderm demonstrates how critical the problem of survival had become.

Pachyderm; A Publication of the African Elephant and Rhino Specialist Group — PDF link

Cinematographer Erik Daarstad and I, with our trusty Éclair NPRs, were always on the move in the game parks, keeping up with the speedy Goddard—tracking and recording sightings of the always-elusive rhinos that, unlike the socialized elephants, were stubbornly solitary.

I continued filming documentaries for several years after this adventure, but I eventually became seduced by the blandishments of fiction filmmaking; I’ve maintained an ambivalent posture toward fiction feature films ever since, especially as we are now deep in a golden age of non-fiction cinema. It doesn’t take a weatherman to track the heady winds of great documentaries swirling around the often static, dried-up clichéd fictions of the major studios. It’s no mere stylistic trope that so many of our feature films desperately seek to emulate the engagé style of documentary films.

Several weeks ago, I confessed to a group of UCLA students that if I had it all to do over again, yes, I believe I would have stayed with non-fiction filmmaking. My most recent nod in that direction was simply to sponsor the gifted Buddy Squires, cinematographer to Ken Burns and many others, into membership of the ASC. The society can only be blessed with more artists like him, cinematographers whose legacy surely will be more enduring than the disposable “tentpole” movies that continue to dominate local multiplexes every weekend.

It’s uncertain to know what future projects may attract Nick Brandt—but I do hope it’s more like his current work than a return to the lures of music videos. Documentaries still can embrace such committed artistry.

Rhino on Lake, Nakuru, 2007.

Rhino on Lake, Nakuru, 2007.

NB: The March/April issue of “Sierra” magazine features a cover story and interview with Nick Brandt. You can also access it online at: “Artist or Activist?”

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About John Bailey, ASC

John Bailey, ASC

John Bailey’s cinematography career encompasses such mainstream Hollywood films as Ordinary People, The Big Chill, Silverado, The Accidental Tourist, Groundhog Day, In the Line of Fire, As Good as It Gets and A Walk in the Woods, and such offbeat fare as Tough Guys Don’t Dance, That Championship Season, Swimming to Cambodia, A Brief History of Time and The Kid Stays in the Picture. He lives in Los Angeles and New York.


  1. Pete Kuttner

    Like John, I came to feature fiction films after some years of documentary work, specifically in the cinéma vérité style. Our films were about people though, not wild animals, except for the occasional police dog or horse intimidating civil rights or peace demonstrators. Our filming style lent itself to what Nick Brandt calls a “state of being”. We were, in theory, recording people as they are.
    But were we? I became increasingly frustrated by how our presence, with the kind of handheld 16mm film camera we read about here in John’s September 2013 piece on “The Camera[s] That Changed the World”, was affecting the reality, the state of being. So I left documentaries. At first, I was thrilled by the relationship fiction filmmakers have with their subjects. Nothing is real. Actors are pretending because that’s the job. In documentary, I had begun to think that our subjects were pretending to be who they thought they were or sometimes who they thought we wanted them to be instead of just being.
    Nick Brandt has a good point: wild animals might be the most fulfilling subjects to photograph, except maybe for the fact that they can eat you, So. after almost 40 years of filming actors pretending to be, I find myself moving back to my roots in documentary. Real people have a different relationship to new, smaller digital cameras than they did in the 1960s and 70s. The camera no longer makes them pretend. They can just be, like Brandt’s elephants.

    Thanks, John.

    JOHN’S REPLY: Thanks, Pete, for your insightful comments about the specious notion of “cinema-truth” in non-fiction filmmaking. One thing I love very much about how dramatic re-creation has entered documentary style is that there is tacit acknowledgement that classical “direct cinema” style is only a part of the equation. One thing that is so great about Jean Rouch’s work is that he often makes a discussion by the participants in the film— part of the film itself. I’ve just finished a blog and interview that will post in mid-April about the Russian photojournalist Sergey Maximishin. I asked him if he ever considered doing documentary films. His answer addresses the same issues of “performing for the camera” that you have suggested. I wonder if really small, flip screen DV cameras may be even more distorting, by making everyone a “selfie” cineaste. I’m just speculating– don’t have any set opinion.


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