I recently returned from a photography trip to Afrika, where the animals were the most realistic I’d ever encountered. Impressive quadruped IK solving and a keen look-at awareness placed them firmly in the world, and their 24-hour behaviour was a joy to behold where linear scripted sequences were topped by a free-roaming intelligence allowing me to approach from whichever direction I chose. I even jumped into a few shots myself once I’d acquired the tripod.
That’s more than can be said for my human companions. Our drunk driver Roger didn’t talk much, though he was always friendly, and the ice-queen with whom I shared a tent was 100% business. I even hung a picture of her on the wall and had the car re-painted in her favourite beige, but all to no effect. She wouldn’t even look at me…













