14.1.12

SWELL

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
- JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER


the waves brought in mountains (literally, very large piles) of kelp that had been torn off the ocean floor by the huge seas. tangled within the dead ocean forest were animals, like jellyfish and baby seals, also litter and remnants of human gluttony. the colour against the white, salty sand drew me to take these.




SALT

over the new year, my family (extended, included) and i spent a week in pringle bay, on the cusp of the notorious false bay. the wind galed through for two days bringing in dangerous swell, which took the lives of many over the fall of new year. tearing up the kelp, bringing in dead seals, i was mesmerised by the force of the ocean and the warmth of the water. we spent our days watching the waves, drinking good coffee, sleeping, reading and braving the rough undertow of the ocean.



9.1.12

WAR

And when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows. And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. And when we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.
... We're Prisoners of War. Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter.

- Arundhati Roy




16.12.11

earth

 perhaps he knew, as i did not, that the earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.
- out of africa



14.12.11

gone

you go
wherever you go today
you go today
- fleet foxes




10.12.11

kids on the run

sheltered from the wind tearing up the sea




west coast national park
lagoon side
november, 2011

8.12.11

colour'd

your full moon taunts me
and your thoughts, they got me
- warpaint




7.12.11

silverleaf

mom, dad and i went for our usual sunday walk in newlands forest.
i thought it'd be a nice opportunity to get some pictures of them together outside of the normal birthday or christmas photograph.
i got a little distracted though.




pursuit

having pursued the lost photographs, i have found them.
from our little west coast excursion
victoria 
catherine
and i
using slide film