Tension: On the Way to Robben Island.
Tension: On the Way to Robben Island.
Couch and Drum Machine. William Kentridge's Studio, Johannesberg.
Couch and Drum Machine. William Kentridge's Studio, Johannesberg.
Soweto, Johannesberg. Regina Mundi Church
Soweto, Johannesberg. Regina Mundi Church
Voortrekker Monument, Pretoria
Voortrekker Monument, Pretoria
National Gallery, Cape Town
National Gallery, Cape Town
Table Mountain from the Atlantic Ocean.
Table Mountain from the Atlantic Ocean.
Old Tree. Groot Constantia vineyards
Old Tree. Groot Constantia vineyards
Wine Cellar. Groot Constantia vineyards
Wine Cellar. Groot Constantia vineyards
Kayamandi Eucalyptus Trunk. South Africa.
Kayamandi Eucalyptus Trunk. South Africa.
The Queens of Soweto. South Africa.
The Queens of Soweto. South Africa.
Late Choirboy. Cape Town.
Late Choirboy. Cape Town.
Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden. Cape Town.
Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden. Cape Town.
Birds and Sky. Cape Town
Birds and Sky. Cape Town
Tree Against Window
Tree Against Window
Little is Much: Central Methodist Mission. Downtown Johannesburg
Little is Much: Central Methodist Mission. Downtown Johannesburg
Groot Constantia Vineyards
Groot Constantia Vineyards
VW Bus: Woodstock, Cape Town
VW Bus: Woodstock, Cape Town
History (maquette 1987, bronze 2003) by Dumile Feni (1942–1991). Johannesburg, Constitutional Court Collection
History (maquette 1987, bronze 2003) by Dumile Feni (1942–1991). Johannesburg, Constitutional Court Collection
The Catholic sister smiled kindly as she pushed the button for the gate to close, leaving me alone on the curb. Before dawn in Johannesburg, South Africa, I stood outside the Catholic compound where the rest of the members in my traveling group still slept. The hazy fatigue of jetlag made my bones feel like lead. Back home I would have been heading to bed about now, but here the day had barely begun. Back home, summer was in full swing, but here the cool breeze whispered late fall. For this, my first trip to South Africa, I’d made special arrangements for a side-trip on one of our first mornings there before our group’s itinerary began. Though my objective for that day was Sterkfontein Cemetery, I had no idea where I was going, and was in search of someone’s grave whom I’d never met, and anything resembling success required dependence on others. A small red Audi pulled up and pulled me out of my thoughts and on to my journey…
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