Split Second Story

Colourful revival of the inner city of Johannesburg in South Africa. Old buildings are renovated and painted with bright  colours representing a new, young vibrant community living in the area.

DJ getting ready for street dancing action.


Youths in anticipation.


Reading a New Page

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page” – Saint Augustine

On Saturday we did just that, we travelled in our own country to read a new page in the life of one of our oldest cities.


The city of Johannesburg is the biggest city in South Africa.  Johannesburg or Jozi as it is affectionately known by its residents is  situated on the highveld with no river or seafront which could assist with its early development. It however does have that magical thing called gold which was the reason for its development.

Gold was discovered here in 1886 by an Australian prospector, which triggered a goldrush, some says is still ongoing untill today.

Johannesburg played a big part in the history of our country and soon became the economical centre of South Africa.

Through the years the CBD has developed, then declined into a state of disrepair and crime, but now it is being uplifted and rebuilt into becoming the fashionable hub of  the city again.

It was into this newly revamped and fashionable area that we ventured to see the rebirth of the city for ourselves.

Our first stop was at the Neighbourhood Goods Market in Braamfontein. The market is held every Saturday in what has once been a parking garage of a big building. As early as 9h30 it was allready buzzing with people lining up at the various stall for  breakfast. Here anything goes, it seemed. From a traditional English breakfast to paella and oysters with champagne were on offer.

After enjoying breakfast we took to the streets and walked among the colourfully restored old buildings enjoying the vibrant and friendly atmosphere. Then we went on to the Maboneng Precinct, another area of downtown Johannesburg which has recently become  a hub for young artists, entrepreneurs and people wanting to live near their work. Here street cafès and small shops are housed in containers or old buildings, creating a cosmopolitan atmosphere for the visitor.

This area is proudly South African as can be seen in this chair ( only one of many ) upholstered with traditional Sheshwe material.


This visit served to whet my appetite for more exploration in my own country and the next page to read must be the Newtown  area where street and graffiti art can be seen.




I Came, I Saw, I Captured

The camera makes you forget you’re there. Its not like you’re hiding, but you forget, you are just looking so much. ( Annie Leibowitz 1949 )



How true these words spoken many years ago proved to be in my life.

After experiencing many changes and heartsore in my life for the past year, looking so much that I forget was just what I needed. Constantly looking at my surroundings to see the beauty and to capture it through the lense of a camera, forced me to remember and see that life is still good and beautiful.

It has been a lifelong dream of mine to own a good camera and to learn to use it properly. Now at last I am on the way to fulfilling this dream. The camera is bought and I am learning to put it to good use.

In stead of just walking past everyday life and everyday objects around me I am more aware of my surroundings. My eyes are always on the lookout for beautiful shapes, colours and textures. I look at the world around me with new eyes, always consciously looking for that one view to capture.

When I feel alone, bored or just need to be uplifted, looking so much that I forget brings joy to my life. I still need to learn so much. Having to remember and learn about F stops, shutter speed, ISO, light exposure,composition,to mention but a few aspects of photography needed to capture a great picture, keeps my mind alert and occupied.

One day I might reach the point where I can do justice to the heading of this post and be  able to say: ” I came, I saw, I captured”.

In the meantime, I will keep learning, looking, practising and sharing some of my pictures here.

objects I love



The Voice I Love

Two weeks ago.

He lies with eyes closed and his back to the door when we enter the room. He has just returned from hospital and is very weak. He is 95 years old.

She greets him with a soft voice asking how he is feeling.

His weak response is ” That’s the voice I love”   

This response symbolises and illustrates their relationship and their marriage of 70 years for me. He is my late fathers’ only living relative and at the age of 95, his wife still is foremost in his mind.

Age kiss

Last night he passed away to join others who have gone before him. His passing marks the end of an era, the end of a family of six brothers and sisters, leaving only the younger generation to carry the memories and cherish the good times we all had together.

He was a gentle man.

Tall, with the same piercing blue eyes that my father had. An artist and attorney who painted until late in his eighties.  Generous and loving, yet with a core of strength and a strong will.

In their younger days people found it difficult to distinguish between the two brothers, much to their amusement. They shared the same humor, the same looks, and many other character traits which made them uniquely who they were.

Both died at the age of 95 years after living long and full lives. Both leave a legacy of love, of lives lived well and with integrity. Lives that will live on in the memories of their children and grandchildren. Both died leaving us with the knowledge that they lived in relationship with Jesus Christ and that they will meet again in heaven.

We mourn you both, but rejoice in the fact that we have known you and had the priviledge to love you and be loved by you, to learn from you and follow in your footsteps.

Today we have to say goodbye, but we know your memory will live on untill we meet again.

Read more here: Portrait of a Dad  http://wp.me/p2BDQm-mX