Archive for January, 2015

January 23, 2015

Left on a mountain

It doesn’t seem like a normal thing to do, but when asked I couldn’t refuse. She wanted to know if I’d like to be dropped off on the side of the mountain while she went to fetch others. You could never expect that to be the next question you’re going to be asked, so, after letting it sink in for a few seconds, of course I said yes. They left me in a field of scrub with a sharp drop off about a quarter of a mile out. Cars were whipping by up above on the ridge. I don’t think this is a South African tradition, but there I was on a mountainside for 45 minutes. We all kind of laughed when I was picked up.
Left on a mountain
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January 22, 2015

Backlands gate

This was along the route at the edge of the farms where they crashed into reclaimed tribal lands. All of the roads were dirt and most of the people walking with things on their heads painted their faces. Riding in the back of the truck you could make brief eye contact and then watch them wrap backward around the bend. The red dust kicks up so much that when you stop you have to wait a while for it to settle, if you want to take it how it was.
Backlands gate
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January 18, 2015

Securing the light

Creative block is not devoid of color; it is rather filled with it. The disconnect comes in the lack of motivation. You can still see what you need to see, but you can’t see reason to cultivate outcomes. I ran into this color wall in October but avoided it for almost three months as if it were chasing me. I’m way behind in editing photos. I haven’t taken any since December 13th while attempting to comb through the backlog.
Securing the light

January 17, 2015

Bus 126

Bust 126

January 16, 2015

Repetitive crescendo

Verse-chorus-verse. Chorus.
Repetitive crescendo

January 15, 2015

Curtain veil

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