Masai Mara, Kenya, February 2014. Here I was on the African savannah for the first time. Again. My home, Las Vegas, is a city of two million people, surrounded by mountains and stitched together with freeways, highways and six lane streets. The famous Strip casts a glow on the night sky, canceling all but the brightest stars. While we rarely use them, we residents know we can find about anything open somewhere at any time. The city actually thrums. My home, Las Vegas, with two million people and…

The Masai Mara, Kenya, February 6, 2014 and revised 2-28-14. “The western black rhinoceros is extinct.” Sierra Magazine, March/April 2014. So I slipped. A woman on an airport shuttle between planes asked me what I had been doing in Africa. “Shooting wild animals,” I said, a little groggy in my thirty-sixth hour of continuous travel. That got me in hot water fast. “No, no, not actually shooting animals. Shooting pictures, taking pictures, taking photos of wild animals,” I managed to get in during one of her deep breaths…