Tarangire is the baobab park. You come over the boundary and the trees start, those swollen grey water-tanks with a scribble of branches on top, scattered across the whole place like nothing else grew to argue with them.
Before the trees, the impala. A whole herd crowded onto the shade and the water under one big tree, the way everything crowds the water here by this time of year. Then the baobabs themselves, which do not need an animal in the frame to be worth stopping for.
All on the 135, base ISO to 400. I kept the two baobabs in black and white, because the colour of a baobab is not the point of a baobab. The shape is, and the fact that a thing that size grew out of ground this dry.