Black and white are the colours of photography. To me, they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. Ironically on this day, my subject was "hoping," and I was "despairing." He managed to cheer me up though. Sometimes God...
Winter
I love the sounds of winter, the iced grass breaking underfoot while searching the river's banks for the skeletons of melancholy trees and frozen birds...
Magic
Sometimes, at that exact millisecond in time, magic just happens, the model becomes the light and light becomes the model and everything just blends into one...
Die Berg
sy is nog altyd ’n "giver" gee haar alles vir die kinders vir haar vriende haar tyd haar tiende kos vir die wat honger het klere vir die haweloses al haar krag om almal se berge te help skuif en nou staan sy voor haar eie berg druk 911 oor en oor maar niemand kom na...
The lady in Red
When her mother called the children to come in for bath and supper time, she was always the last one in. On these lazy carefree afternoons, she would lie on a branch in her beloved tree. She loved how the surrounding leaves and branches almost embraced her, "how could...
Swallows
You write 'Love' on her wrists And watch it fade and blur through the tiny cracks in her skin Until it's washed away in the bathroom sink And all that's left is a featherlight kiss of ink on porcelain fingers. She's rather like a swallow, you see - Your love is lost...