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  • I took this photography in a fleeting moment.

    I was in the back seat of the car driven by my father as it drew up to stop at a traffic light in the suburbs to the east of Cape Town, South Africa. I pointed and shot - my camera settings were all wrong, originally this came out as a blasted white image that I initially deleted from my collection.

    Not completely deleted though. I had a copy still on my memory card. That I recovered and processed, and through the wonder of Lightroom, recovered what you see here.

    This picture haunted me.


    Why, with hundreds of pleasing photographs of elephants and penguins, the Karoo and the Swartberg Pass, ostriches and warthogs, Kalk Bay and Simon's Town, did this plain picture of a South African woman obsess me?

    Perhaps because it was plain. None of the gloss of those other images, recreations of images taken by multitudes of tourists before me and images waiting to be taken by multitudes behind. It was a brief encounter with the everyday, something that rarely engages any tourist. I was no exception.

    But it was a reminder of how much you lose when you substitute wonder at the new for appreciation of the ordinary.
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