July 28, 2021

Mossel Bay

The Point at low tide. It’s a different set of rules when the tide turns, most important – don’t miss the first catch rope....

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July 27, 2021

In Williston

I was getting weary, so were they, the magic wasn’t forthcoming; that stuff from the universe that turns a would-be ordinary picture into something...

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July 21, 2021

Streams of conscious 3

I ask Ma Beaty to sit down, she has back pain and maybe I’m asking a lot. I thought it would be a welcome...

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July 21, 2021

Streams of conscious 2

I know I’m pushing it; a car accident has left him unable to hold a cigarette and it’s starting to singe his mouth. But...

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July 21, 2021

Streams of conscious 1

  Walking to the rear of the house up a narrow staircase leading through a dark corridor and exiting into a small room. There’s...

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March 17, 2021

Melting snow.

The winter wonderland that was the village a few weeks before was fast becoming a mess as snow turned to slush. The seasons change...

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March 17, 2021

Lockdown Polaroids 2.

Expired film and flashbacks under lockdown.

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March 17, 2021

Farewell to shipmates.

With a single wave from a heavily laden arm, and without looking back, my new found friend swiftly walked away. Aside from thinking he...

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