21 Feb 2015
18 Feb 2015
8 Feb 2015
STUCK IN TRAFFIC
Sometimes it's useful having a phone with a camera, no matter how crappy it is, and being stuck in traffic.
Oh right, yeah, this is just Cape Town showing off pastel blues.
It does that occasionally.
5 Feb 2015
A MONTH ON FILM
My brother sourced the camera that I first started taking photos with in order to re-kindle my love for photography. He found the beautiful Minolta x700, which my dad used to keep in a silver case at the bottom of his bookshelf, on eBay in a good condition.
The camera is heavy enough to sit comfortably in my hands, and it's light enough to lug around in my handbag. When I spy through the 50mm lens, the colours appear magical.
I'm still getting used to the camera but here are some of my attempts. It appears that my love for taking pictures is sticking around like a rumble in the jungle.
4 Feb 2015
THANK YOU GOOGLE
I was perusing the internet (as one does on windy, cold nights!) and found this guy and his rad, little illustrations. They are so sweet and honest, exposing inner dialogues with such softness.
Also, he's got budding illustration skills.
Also, he's got budding illustration skills.
24 Jan 2015
18 Jan 2015
FERNWEH
I think this was probably the coolest roadtrip we ever did. It was towards the murky, grey end of summer in Hamburg. And we were blessed with sunshine and blue sky, booked a rental car last-minute and enjoyed a weekend in Denmark. We didn't even pack sunscreen because we thought the weather would be so bad.
And my brother, having bunked a day of work, returned to the office on Monday morning with sunburn.
17 Jan 2015
WILD
“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.”
― Cheryl Strayed
4 Jan 2015
STEADY IN YOUR BOOTS
My brother has started his own business as a photographer.
He created an awesome and sleek website.
I am impressed.
He created an awesome and sleek website.
I am impressed.
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