Camel walking into a sandstorm

Sahara — a haboob wall 3 kilometers high approaches across the flat desert — static wide holds it advancing for 30 seconds, the scale refusing to resolve into comprehension, a camel caravan in the foreground continues walking without stopping, the lead figure doesn't look back, camera tracks alongside at camel pace, the wall fills the entire frame behind them, the first edge reaches them: sand begins horizontal, the caravan wraps faces and continues, camera stays level as visibility drops to 2 meters, just the sound of sand on fabric, just the shape of the camel ahead, just the rope connecting one to the next, the caravan is the only fixed thing in a world erased, 10 minutes later: the haboob passes, the desert returns, the caravan continues, their direction unchanged, Werner Herzog patience, the desert's indifference as subject not backdrop.