Rosendal, Eastern Free State – Four Black-and-White Photographs

Rosendal, in the Eastern Free State, is a small village with big skies. Rob and I drove down on New Year’s Day, from Johannesburg, taking our lives in our hands over the last twenty or thirty kilometres of dangerously potholed roads, a legacy of Ace Magashule’s thieving and mendacious premiership of the province.

Then you arrive, and find your AirBnB, on the far edge of the village, with nothing before you but a garden gate, a dirt road, farmland and cattle, and dramatic cliffs rising up to the no-less dramatic storm clouds that gather each afternoon.

There is nothing to do but read, walk, braai, watch the cloudscapes and the birds, drop in at Benjamin’s for waffles, take a few photographs. That’s the whole point of going there – to do nothing.

So here are four black-and-white photographs, taken from Die Rooi Haan, where we stayed – the fruits of just the right kind of idleness, before the new year kicks in with its meetings and reports, its busy-ness and distraction.

Die Rooi Haan, by the way, is a place that Rob and I would absolutely recommend – perfectly situated, simply but beautifully furnished, with a large covered porch overlooking the farmlands and mountains.

As always, click on the images to enlarge. I hope that you like them.

Young man on the town, Istanbul

I love this image of a young man out on the town, in Istanbul, early one evening. With his cool red sneakers, nonchalant cigarette, airy wave of greeting to someone who is out of the frame, he seems an expression of the city, an embodiment of hip young city-dwellers everywhere.

Of course, a city as ancient, as vast, as Istanbul – old Constantinople – has many identities, many histories, and more places and vistas than I can begin to imagine. Still, this image says something to me, about time, and place, and about being young, and urban.