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Joanna Craig

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+263 776 638 790
jo@badrabbitstudio.co.zw

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Our childhoods were spent in the warm, temperate d Our childhoods were spent in the warm, temperate district of Zimbabwe’s Mashonaland West, with the nearby bodies of free-flowing water still at that time holding the lurking threat of wild crocodiles, fang-toothed mermaids and the ever lingering bilharzia. Water, was a dare. You held your breath and scrunched your eyes tight as you jumped off the rich, loamy bank into the rippling ochre Angwa, Hunyani, Mukwadzi Rivers in my case, and the Mwami, Nyaodza and Rukomenchi in Buck’s. I distinctly remember my Dad loading his shotgun before telling me it was ‘safe to jump in’. I didn’t want to, but I did. You just did. The crocodiles may have been pushed into the last wild waters of the district, but the thrill of the threat never leaves you. This body of water, the swelling stormy Indian and Atlantic Oceans of Cape Town, with the biting cold that gnaws at the marrow of your bones, has an altogether different pull. The mystery is different. We came here for a change of scenery, to finish the editing of our film and to finish the collation of our book, to get some distance from the Miombo woodlands, deep soils and the amber, cinnamon waters of home. The mood of the Cape’s waters is more slivery, slate and argent, unpredictable, stormy and vast. Beside the cold, you have absolutely no idea of what its waters could hold. That’s good for us, good for this next phase of our project and good to get some space between the intensity of living every day of the last two years deep in one subject. This precious phase, like the Cape’s waters, is liminal. We’re grateful for that. For now, we’re running in these new fynbos and forested mountains, diving into the cold salt waters and breathing in the costal air until we’re washed into new waters, of a tone, quality and thrill as yet unknown. The trick is to close your eyes, take a deep breath and just jump in.
The adventures of Buck and Jo. The adventures of Buck and Jo.
All hail Chendez the first, King of Guluji 🐿 ❤️
Follow the Pungwe River through its winding course Follow the Pungwe River through its winding course in Honde Valley and you’ll find banana groves and homes of mud and thatch patrolled by glossy fussing chickens, scrawny dogs and an Ambuya, broom sweep in hand. You’ll count row upon row of cultivation along the Pungwe’s banks, some in established decades-old fields, some just recently burnt and hacked from the diminishing indigenous forest. Stay on the Pungwe’s clear quick course and you’ll find school children cooling off from the stifling 9am heat. Finished with classes for the day they left their school bags and uniforms on the bank, shrieking, splashing, laughing in the Pungwe’s respite. I don’t know what I was more in awe of - the heat, the drop in temperature under the remaining riverine forest, the resuscitating waters and the carefree play, or the short, short school day. At some point the Pungwe becomes the dividing line between Zimbabwe and Mozambique, a gentle watery line with untended and unending fires burning either side. When I am old and bent double will the Pungwe’s waters still flow? Will we be capable of leaving the forest to regrow? Will the millions of children be followed by billions more? Will the Pungwe still flow?
Kariba 🔥 Kariba 🔥
Buck has spent the last week on Lake Kariba at the Buck has spent the last week on Lake Kariba at the newly renovated @fothergillisland. It was hot, beautiful, very comfortable and the food (the most important thing in Buck’s books) was delicious. Thanks to Fothergill for choosing to work with us.
We’re in Cape Town. Whoop whoop! Besides the sun We’re in Cape Town. Whoop whoop! Besides the sunrise cold water swims and mountain runs, We are working, we promise! It’s a privilege to be able to collaborate and co-create alongside some of Cape Town’s most talented editors, sound engineers, designers and animators. The weather’s not all bad either 😉
Our tiny tent has done us well. We’re finishing Our tiny tent has done us well. We’re finishing up the last hard slog of our Gonarezhou projects before we think about what’s next, but for sure it will feature this tiny tent for two. @bigagnes_
Two years ago I flew to England to be with my Mum Two years ago I flew to England to be with my Mum and Granny after my Grandfather died. They’d sorted his possessions and set aside a few things for his grandchildren. I was given the camera that took this image. It took me a year and a half to shoot the whole roll of film and a further 6 months to get it developed. I had forgotten about the moments when I had clicked the shutter and what I had recorded. This image is one of my favorites, even if it is out of focus. Buck and I had camped the night on top of the Chilojo Cliffs planning to shoot sunrise from the top. Arriving just as the dark set in, we’d eaten a precious ready made lasagna (a huge treat) and argued about how best to heat it using our compact camping pots and gas stove. Practical but not pretty, my method won out resulting in a delicious mush accompanied with a mint tea. The wind howls ALL NIGHT LONG on the cliffs. We didn’t sleep particularly well in our tiny tent with the wind ripping at the walls, but sunrise more than made up for the sleepless night. Baboons calls rose and the wind dropped. Pink, soft light, then bright, dazzling oranges and reds. A perfect start to the day in a very, very special place. This photo holds all that.

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