The Pyramids of Cape Town

This photograph was taken in Houtbay a little while ago.  I still remember taking it.  I loved the way the clouds had formed in the sky, almost as if the clouds were birds and someone set them free, so I reached for my camera to get a frame.  The buildings at the bottom of the frame were reminiscent of pyramids to me.  I shot this photograph without looking at the settings on my camera.  When I was back at home looking through the pictures on computer, I noticed this one seemed particularly grainy.  It turns out the last thing I shot was at gig in low light and I hadn’t changed my ISO, so I ended up shooting on 3200 ISO, hence the grain.  DOH.  The moment was way gone, but despite the grain I like it.  I captured that moment and I can still remember it.  Photographs do that.  And that’s what I made, a photograph…

A very black Tuesday

It’s on everyone’s mind and on the tip of our tongues.  The secrecy bill.  It’s been passed and everyone is unproudly South African.

The long walk to freedom didn’t end with Mandela, but merely started and in hind sight it seems as if we have taken a huge step backward.  What does the secrecy bill mean for us?  Well I’m pretty sure life will go on as per usual, but you will notice small cracks and tell-tale signs that will hint that something is not right.  Fast forward a couple of years or even months and you will see that there is something very wrong.

Imagine you are a journalist.  One morning you find a large envelope on your desk.  You open it to find documents and evidence of several political leaders and cabinet ministers involved in several illegal activities.  This secrecy bill states that you, the holder of evidence, are a criminal along with the person who passed the evidence on to you; and if you are found with the evidence you will be charged.  What do you do?

This is what our newspaper editors and journalists are now faced with, thanks to the passing of this bill.  This bill suppresses the truth so that we, the public, live our lives in ignorance.  Ultimately this means the government can take hard-earned tax payer’s money and exploit it as they wish and imprison those in their way and we will be none the wiser.

The irony of this is that the majority are opposed this bill.  Is that democracy?  The term democracy has lost all meaning.  One just needs to read news from around the world, democracy does not exist.  But to keep citizens ignorant of the truth is inhumane.  We were born with free-will and this bill takes some of it away.  Who’s to say they won’t control what is broadcast and read?  Knowledge is powerful, because with knowledge we can make choices, but they are taking that power of free-will away by keeping us ignorant.  We really do need to stand up together against this.  This is not alright and they cannot do as they want.  We out-number them.  They are supposedly in power because they were voted in; they serve our well-being.  We are their boss and we are able to take their responsibility away.

This bill has passed, but it will still need to go through the constitutional court.  There is still time and we CAN still make a difference.  Don’t stand for this, demand your freedom…


Music.  What a beautiful language.  It transcends regions, religions and culture.  We can be from opposite ends of the world with completely different upbringings and yet we can still communicate using instruments as our voice.  The concept of music in itself, is mind-blowing.  You can have two or more musicians who play the same instrument, yet they can each express themselves in such different ways which gives them their unique style and voice.

These photographs were taken a while ago of an old violin.  The beauty and care that is taken into making these instruments for us to express ourselves is an art form.  The beauty and character of the instrument almost helps us to imagine the sound that escapes it; and with that sound we sculpt our expression…

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‘The Creative’ – Burlesque dancer (Feat. Miss Diva DisaStar)

The way in which we choose to express ourselves is so very important.  To be able to exercise imagination and create is one of the few ways, I believe, ultimate truth propagates, provided your intention is pure.

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This next creative –the burlesque dancer – is not just a dancer.  I know what some of you may think, but don’t.  This Diva is no tacky go-go dancer.  She is a choreographer, organizer, teacher and seamstress, which she is responsible for the entire troupe’s wardrobe.  She takes her ideas and inspiration and follows them till she has molded a show complete with singing, dancing and costumes.  She has taken her passion, which to many I suppose may seem a little different, and has nurtured it into The Black Orchid Beasties.  Not only do they perform sexy, entertaining shows, but they also teach the art of burlesque to the interested. An amazing, hard-working creative, living her passion whilst teaching and sharing with others.  Genuine people doing good things, isn’t that what it should be about?

Go check them out! and go find them on Facebook –



Good Monday all!  Hope you have had an awesome-tastic weekend.  To get this week going I decided to Reminisce again.  This photograph, that is out of my archive, was taken before I bought my Canon 30D.  It was shot on an Olympus digital compact –  the ones that are slightly reminiscent of a DSLR.  This photograph was taken in Houtbay, Cape Town during our photography course practical outing.  I still remember seeing the massive Cadillac driving down the harbour peer complete with proud owner.  It seemed like I was the only idiot jog-walking to ask permission if I could take some shots of his car.  The owner was more than happy to let me get shutter happy with his well-kept, classic automobile.  Thus, this image.  Unfortunately due to the sensor size, the edges of the photograph are slightly cut-off.  Nevertheless, this is still one of my favourites amongst my photographs, even though it was taken during my pre-DSLR days.  

A thought on humanity

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Where is it? What is it?  The humanity I know and believe in exists in a diluted form.  I feel that we have become so desensitized that it has, to a certain extent, affected our humanity and our interaction with one another.  War, famine, crime and poverty are something that we are now accustomed to.  We see it in our cities and in the news on a global scale.  We have taken these negative concepts and made them into movies for entertainment and I do believe that to some degree it has desensitized our society.  This mixed with our current fast paced lifestyle where we want things done yesterday and we want to see results instantaneously, has left us impatient and uncompassionate.

Lately I have heard quite a few people complain about the begging and informal trading that happens at robots in our cities and suburbs.  Yes, I agree it can become a nuisance and some of these hawkers and beggars do try their luck.  And yes I do believe that government, to a large degree are responsible for taking care of these people.  It is basic humanity that a government looks after its people, right? Right.  But what about us as an individual?  Are we also not responsible for our fellow human being?  I understand that over-population and poverty are both at an all time high.  It is impossible to help everyone.  I’m not saying help everyone, but the way in which you interact with others has a greater effect than you may think.  Intention says a lot.

The next time you find yourself getting impatient at someone who is asking for help, put yourself in their shoes.  If they had a choice I doubt they would want to be standing at a robot begging you for your spare change.  Whatever the choices they made in life, whether good or bad, they made those choices and now they are living their consequences,  just like you have made choices.  No doubt you have also made some bad decisions?  Begging is the easiest way they found of making some money or getting food.  Have a little compassion and treat and speak to them as an equal.  No one is better than another, and if you think differently, how arrogant are you?

A lot of us brush these humble people aside and thus we create social outcasts.  We don’t like them getting in our way, because they annoy us.  Where has the humanity gone?  Why do we find their misfortune irritating and annoying?  Are we too much up our own arse to have a sliver of compassion for someone less fortunate than ourselves?  Are we so impatient and uptight that we cannot even afford courtesy?  Shame on us.  Shame on us for expecting government, “leaders” and charities to deal with the people who society has labeled a pariah.  And why? Because they have very little material wealth?  Society has failed them.  But who is society?  I’m sorry to say that WE are society.  We are responsible.  If we treat the people around us we call society with respect, compassion and kindness, this world will be a better place.

Thought and emotion will eventually be released into a physical action.  Have the self-awareness and self-control to command your feelings, thoughts and emotions into a positive physical action.  For every action there is a reaction.  The way you interact with another, ultimately affects them.  The way you treat them will either make them feel good or bad.  Why make someone else feel bad?  Be a leader yourself and make this place we are living in a better place instead of bitching and complaining because it doesn’t suit our materialistic, fast-paced lifestyle. Instead of always relying on authorities to serve us, we should be serving each other.  Be a leader and stop being another lazy sheeple.

If you are familiar with the Claremont/Rondebosch/Newlands area, you may notice the man in the photographs.  I have lived in Claremont my whole life and I have seen this man for at least 15 years walking from place to place.  If you have seen him you will notice he talks to himself, but should you engage in conversation with him he is not “insane” by any means.  In all those years I have not seen him ask or beg for anything.  He just walks.  I’ve seen him with shoes the one day and barefoot the next, but still I never see him beg.  He is always grateful for anything he is given and has always been polite.  I think its beyond a lot of people that he can still smile and seem happy, despite his situation.  He doesn’t have the luxuries many of us have, yet ironically he is free from the vices we have become dependent on.  He has no debt, no cell phone.  His life is a life of survival.  Is that the price of freedom?  What is freedom to you?  I think you will find the more you think about the more you will discover that freedom is subjective.  Is freedom fact? Or is it just an idea?  I let you decide…