Essaouira in Black and White

Charming blue doors and quaint harbour aside, Essaouira is a photographer’s dream.  On my first day there I had enough material to fill a book, perhaps even two.

And so I took a chance the next day and photographed everything in black and white.  I was delighted with the results 🙂

















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About that washing ……

Casablanca could easily be dubbed City of Laundry.  With inner city space scarce in a metropolis that houses in excess of 3.3-million people, every conceivable spot is used to hang wet washing. And I mean everywhere!!casa-street-art-1-of-14

Even without the real street art, it sometimes looks like street art.


(Note the ubiquitous satellite dishes never too far away in the background)

The Streets of Casablanca

Casablanca on a Saturday night is noisier than I expected.  The traffic is nowhere near the manic 24-hour constant whir that you find in Bangkok, but the noise from the street rushes rather than filters into my hotel room in Derb Omar, a busy suburb within walking distance of the old Medina.
I’m so tired though, I don’t care.  Getting here has been a long journey – 9 cramped hours in Economy class from Cape Town to Dubai, another 6 hours willing away time at Gate C9 awaiting my 4am connecting flight, then 8½ more cramped hours in the air from Dubai to the town the Portuguese built on the Atlantic coast of Morocco in 1515 and named White House.  Being winter it’s dark by 6.30pm.  I’m already in bed and switch the TV off knowing I won’t even make 5 minutes before I collapse for some well-deserved sleep.
Casa is colder than I expected and I curse myself for packing mainly summer clothes.  What was I thinking?  Morocco’s a hot country right?  Well yes but not in winter and I would pick the coldest winter in a decade to tour Morocco, wouldn’t I?
My first impressions of the city – the view from my taxi to my hotel – are of washing and satellite dishes absolutely everywhere.
The next morning I hit the streets:  The architecture is a combination of decay and charm.  A layer of grime and pollution clings to the whitewashed art deco buildings like cheap rouge on a fading starlet, but overlook that and the peeling paint and the arabesque twirls and wrought ironwork that adorn the buildings bear testimony to a grand era and the skilled master craftsmen of years gone by.
British author Tahir Shah, who lives in Casa, once called the city Morocco’s unsung jewel and despite the shaky start of being unable to draw money from the first 7 ATM’s I try (the 8th bank worked!), I fall in love with the streets of this busy portside city that effortlessly blends African and European culture.
My first blog post, I already know as I photograph the sidewalk cafes opening in the pale winter Sunday morning sunlight, will be all about the streets of Casablanca 🙂
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Woodstock – its Art and its People Part II

Sunday morning and Woodstock is filled with sights and sounds as I walk the narrow streets searching for street art.  It’s easy to find because it’s everywhere, depicting anything from South Africa’s dark past, to more colourful themes.15-IMG_9417Sometimes there is a message, often one of hope.  Other times, a reminder of how far we have come as a nation and as individuals.56-IMG_9561Or something profound and complex in its simplicity.27-IMG_9469Other times the message is quite surprising:  A suburb also sadly tainted by drugs and crime and hardship and litter, Woodstock is the last place I expect to be reminded about the dwindling numbers of South Africa’s national bird.35-IMG_9486Friendly locals pause on their way to church, happy to direct me to yet another piece where artists from all over the world have left their mark on Woodstock’s walls.11-IMG_9403Children play games on patches of bald earth while their mothers toil their way through a piles of washing.  Others are content to do very little.52-IMG_953958-IMG_956855-IMG_9554And among all of this colour and activity, nature makes its own art, like these grasses clinging to life through an old grille.64-IMG_9594

On Nut mornings

My first daylight impressions of Bangkok were from my son’s 17th floor apartment in On Nut.  I was mesmerised. By the monks in saffron robes and the Thai way of life.  By the endless zig zagging of overhead electricity cables and the traffic that never stopped flowing. Ever. I slept with the curtains and window open so I wouldn’t miss a daybreak and woke before everyone else to watch this scene play out every morning. I still long for those mornings sometimes, even surrounded by all the beauty that is Cape Town.IMG_4661 IMG_4671