No More Treehouse, But Still Rooted in the Wild…

Four years ago, I returned to Kenya full-time—choosing once again to live on the continent that has shaped so much of my life and work. When I arrived, I was lucky enough to settle into a unique space: a treehouse on a quiet property that had once been a safari camp. Here is an article in Architectural Digest from 2007!

It was a peaceful, soulful place, living in the trees filled with birdsong, and the subtle rhythms that make living in Africa so grounding. I wrote about it at the time in a post called Treehouse Living, never realizing how deeply I’d come to love that space and the support it provided. It was my sanctuary in the middle of the most extreme challenges of my career.

But like so much of Africa, things are constantly in motion. The property was sold, and I found myself searching for a new place to land.

And again, I’ve been incredibly fortunate.

Just a few minutes down the road, I found a private compound with a charming, character-filled cottage surrounded by lush, carefully tended gardens. The space is quiet and restorative, furnished with classic safari pieces and filled with warmth and intention; it came with two dogs! The garden has become my new sanctuary. In its stillness and beauty, I’ve found a fresh sense of focus and peace. It is a place to feel more deeply creatively grounded. 

This move isn’t just about finding a new place to live; it marks a shift in pace and perspective. I’m entering another season of transition.  I will begin to scale back the number of safaris I lead in 2028, offering those that go deeper in the experience,  something rare, or  reminiscent of the early days. I’m carving space for the fine art work that continues to evolve from years of photographing the wild and vanishing cultures of Africa.

Though I no longer live in a treehouse, I’m still deeply rooted in the wild, still listening, learning, and creating from this extraordinary place I call home.

Thank you for being part of the journey.