Am now; old enough to know better, wrestling dutch into literary english, chook bossing, vegie wrangling and boy-whispering. Can also cook while bare-foot and pregnant. Spreekt ook wat nederlands. I have a Canon 300D with a dinted 18-55mm Canon lens and for the ttv shots a Brownie six-20 Model C.
Have been; long term layabout and dilletante, hermeneuticist, knowledge manager, project manager interactive design and online marketing and general webbiness.
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That’s what happens to people in panic. At work we once filmed disaster reconstructions with thrilling music and a voice-over. ‘She stepped outside and looked wildly around.’ says ‘the Voice…
He jabs. / —Stop it! / He jabs once again, and again he hears a bell, louder and clearer than the first. —Stop, someone screams.
With half-closed eyes I looked upwards to Zanele who stood on the grass in the bright sunlight. / ‘So many butterflies!’ / She nodded. ‘Is butterfly month,’ she said with a smile.
It was about ten thirty New Year’s Eve and I only had a couple of hours to live.
“Met Babu”. / Ik leg snel neer. / Nu weet ik hoe hij heet. “Babu.” / Quickly, I hang up. / Now I know his name.
we followed a digger all the way to the cemetery / his yellow dirty / arresting our silver dignity