tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348221222024-03-13T13:07:05.665+02:00A photographer's lifeThis is the place where I pause to look at my pictures and my life.
Come, have some coffee with me, share a few stories!
It's the caffeine of life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-63970339611133380882011-12-04T21:22:00.000+02:002011-12-04T21:22:40.889+02:00Christmas presentsWhat a wonderful privilege I had this week - staying over in the wonderful Nieu Bethesda. But one of the most wonderful opportunities was to witness the arrival of Santa (Father Christma) in the local township. The great moments of anticipation as the kids waited for the red-coated, grey bearded man to make his appearance.<br />
The atmosphere was loaded with happiness, energy and the wonderful overexcitement of kids - waiting for someone to bring them something small, yet something beyond the ordinary. You won't believe the difference a packet of sweets can make!<br />
Afterwards there were happy faces everywhere...<br />
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We can look forward to something, or we can look up to it...<br />
It's up to us.<br />
Just remember, we are still children at heart! We have the right to look forward to every day with eager anticipation!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-1598836101013276182011-11-27T22:13:00.000+02:002011-11-27T22:13:48.745+02:00Welcome to Shangri-laTime has stood still for a while. And therefore I am so privileged to be blogging again. Over the past week, I had one of the experiences of a lifetime, sharing in the knowledge of Bruce Copley & Associates. Bruce's website is at <a href="http://www.aahalearning.com/">http://www.aahalearning.com/</a>, and one of his associates, Michelle, has a website at: <a href="http://www.creativitygym.co.za/">www.creativitygym.co.za</a>. <br />
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Now this blog will suit as a memory to some of the lessons I have learnt, but also to share some of the pictures of the event with my fellow delegates. You see, like in the words of Henry David Thoreu, we "went to the woods because we wanted to live deliberately, we wanted to live deep and suck out the marrow of life..." all under the guidance of a wonderful teacher. And all at a wonderful place called <a href="http://www.shangri-la.co.za/">Shangri-la</a>.<br />
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Anyone who has ever experienced a session with Bruce will know to expect the unexpected...<br />
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You see, we all have to learn to look at life from a new perspective, a new point of view, <b>a new self</b>. Too often we look at our surroundings from an old paradigm, but a small change in angle can make such a tremendous difference...<br />
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As humans I think we often need to stand back in awe at the everyday miracles we tend to miss! You see, we often don't realize how small we are, until, - behold - what can you find in everyday places?<br />
The footprints of God:<br />
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And yes, on our way through life, with our fellow travellers, there are moments of fear...(the photo below does not show how steep the downhill is, but it is all reflected in Marsha's eyes:<br />
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But once you go through the barriers of fear, there is always the gift of wonder! <br />
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Is it not true that once we appreciate the wonders out there, we really appreciate our own presence and power in the web of life?<br />
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Is it not then that we know that we are all composers of and dancers through a gift we often forget to unwrap, a gift we all have, a gift called life?<br />
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So next time that someone brings you something seemingly meaningless,<br />
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Just go on your knees, be grateful, and see how meaning presents itself:<br />
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Now, I do hope that this blog will give you something to reflect on...and yes, the story will continue...<br />
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Until we talk again, remember to have a grateful heart, a conscious mind and a loving soul.<br />
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It all depends, I assume, what you focus on. <br />
While on Christmas holidays, I asked my brother's son to play in the same river we played in when we were kids. <br />
Suddenly it was there: The same muddy smell, the same grassy patches, the same sense of nature that I experienced while I was a kid. They all enveloped me once again while standing on the side with the camera.<br />
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And is it not these quiet scenes we remember from our journey through life that often means the most?<br />
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Take time today to enjoy the wonderful wealth of memories, turning into experience, becoming the lunchbox we share in the school of life.<br />
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Wishing you a fabulous new year!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-56506881704311211962010-10-21T05:40:00.001+02:002010-10-21T05:40:01.012+02:00Stop signs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes we get so occupied in "the flow" of life's demands, that we forget about the tremendous power of just "stopping" every now and then. It's much better to take a break than to be forced by circumstances (deteriorating health, destroyed relationships etc) to take a break. Sometimes it's just taking some time to be quiet, to reflect, and yes, to think. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/TL6rM2g38aI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9BkF-mTTQ0E/s1600/stopsigns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/TL6rM2g38aI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9BkF-mTTQ0E/s320/stopsigns.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We tend to be rushed by he rush, hurried by the hurry and ruled by habits. <br />
Sometimes changing the habits can assist us in not getting involved in the rush, the hurry and the general urgency of "life's" demands.<br />
In order to focus on what is important and not be caught up in what is urgent, we need to stop.<br />
So, when stopping seems impossible - it's time to stop.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-24791658579548026162010-10-20T22:27:00.001+02:002010-10-20T22:27:00.465+02:00Interesting things...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes we throw stuff out. Sometimes we keep it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Scrapyard or scrapbook...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The decision is mostly based on our perception.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Focus is not only finding something to focus on, but also determining what to keep out of the frame. And that is one of the most difficult choices (in life and in photography) - to decide what we really want, and not to be tempted by the world of marketing and advertising, but rather to stay focused on what we have framed/dreamed/envisioned and what will eventually be remembered as "the bigger picture."<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-13645224045625963132010-09-13T21:39:00.000+02:002010-09-13T21:39:23.084+02:00Shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/TI57y-18mDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qCQ7RjC1jXY/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/TI57y-18mDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qCQ7RjC1jXY/s320/shoes.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Forrest Gump changed the way we look at shoes forever.<br />
As I was taking the picture, I thought about the miracle of shoes. You know, it's not only about the physical shoes...it's also about the footprints they leave and the footsteps we follow...<br />
Stepping into someone's shoes - or wearing another's moccassins.<br />
It's all about progress and empathy.<br />
And maybe the two goes hand in hand. The older I get, the more sensitive I become to others...<br />
And it's when I open my eyes that I realize my own shoes, the worn tattered ones. The memories and moments I have experienced - fit <i><b>me </b></i>best. They're mine, to loathe or be proud of.<br />
It all depends on my interpretation.<br />
My story.<br />
And my choice of story reveals my character. <br />
Forrest's mama said that you could tell a lot about people by looking at their shoes...<br />
My shoes tell the tales of where I've been and where I am going - and that says a lot about who I am.<br />
And sometimes, just sometimes, I walk barefoot.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-75958898946706002192010-05-05T21:51:00.000+02:002010-05-05T21:51:01.677+02:00BeingInteresting that we call ourselves human "beings," not "beens" or "becomings."<br />
It's all about the power of the moment - it all happens so fast. Great moments are captured at dazzling speeds. 1/125 of a second gives you great "exposure" on a sunny morning -<br />
We measure in hours, days and minutes.<br />
We live in fractions of seconds.<br />
Being.<br />
Like the person on this picture.<br />
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We knocked on his door. Early on a Sunday morning.<br />
He did not expect us, but he enjoyed the surprise: "Ah a bunch of Photographers - Come on in!"<br />
Nothing was posed - this is how it was - no masks, no preparation, no make-up.<br />
Just humans being - being human - human beings.<br />
We need more of all of the above!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-67570521267223668712010-04-29T22:21:00.000+02:002010-04-29T22:21:09.408+02:00Some momentsSome moments are just to good to be missed.<br />
They make you smile whenever you remember them, and if you've captured them, it's always worth the revisit...<br />
You see, Pieter is a real gentleman.<br />
When Nico gets married, Pieter offers to help me with the keys to the venue.<br />
So dressed in his Saturday-best, he arrives to do key-duties.<br />
But, as I said, he is a gentleman.<br />
And when he sees the bride is in need of help, he willingly assists.<br />
I just love the moment.<br />
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It makes me smile.<br />
We need more of those.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-13180076046966449642010-04-27T22:34:00.000+02:002010-04-27T22:34:08.296+02:00CharactersSome people never let you down when it comes to photo-opportunities.<br />
They are the true characters of the world -<br />
They stand out because of who they are...what they stand for, how they live.<br />
No, I'm not talking about the "outstanding" businessmen, the glitzeratti or the famous jetsetters.<br />
I'm talking about the people one gets to meet when you drive into the rural areas of South Africa.<br />
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Some are poor in monetary terms.<br />
But so often, when I interact with them, I find that they are wealthy in many ways.<br />
And I always return home a wiser person.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-4711185477136324152010-04-25T08:10:00.000+02:002010-04-25T08:10:20.532+02:00In the momentIn life, we often measure life in years, days and hours. In photography moments are captured in "parts of a second" (splitseconds). One is often astounded by the amount of things that can happen "in a moment." When the Mitchells got married, the rain came down.<br />
Heavily.<br />
Especially after the sermon, when we were supposed to take the pictures.<br />
We literally had only the moments.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S9PcRqV5IlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vkBjPeysUHE/s1600/mitchellwedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S9PcRqV5IlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vkBjPeysUHE/s320/mitchellwedding.jpg" /></a></div>And the moments were great.<br />
We had to rush around, find the scenes and get the pictures.<br />
Some would call it frustrating.<br />
They called it adventurous.<br />
And when it comes to moments, our choice of interpretation makes all the difference.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-3357409855568304622010-04-13T23:19:00.001+02:002010-04-13T23:21:14.267+02:00To see the world...Don't know why I've been thinking of poetry the past few days. <br />
On the other hand, I think it's better than thinking of politics ...<br />
As I was browsing through some of my older photographs, this one caught my eye.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S8TfFne48dI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ehCq9kNpZ3U/s1600/kleur_en_lig2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S8TfFne48dI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ehCq9kNpZ3U/s320/kleur_en_lig2.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It reminded me of the words "<em>to see the world in a grain of sand</em>". Sometimes the world is in a flower, a tree, a bird's flight. So often when we capture moments at shutter speeds of 1/250th of a second - we realize the speed at which daily miracles happen. Maybe we should keep our shutters of perception open to everyday wonders all the time...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're always happening. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If we only take the time to see them.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-12223659171177856282010-04-12T20:01:00.000+02:002010-04-12T20:01:30.650+02:00Music makers and Dreamers of dreamsDad used to recite part of the the poem by Arthur O'Shaugnessy, it goes like this:<br />
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<em>We are the music-makers, </em><br />
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<em>And we are the dreamers of dreams, </em><br />
<em>Wandering by lone sea-breakers, </em><br />
<em>And sitting by desolate streams. </em><br />
<em>World-losers and world-forsakers, </em><br />
<em>Upon whom the pale moon gleams; </em><br />
<em>Yet we are the movers and shakers, </em><br />
<em>Of the world forever, it seems.</em> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As a photographer, I love the pictures that celebrates life, energy, wonder. There are enough media to show us the bad things, it's up to us to feed our minds with the things that energize us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So when last did you look at a picture for the sheer joy it brought?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When last were you a picture of joy?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're all cameras, composing a great picture of life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Indeed we are the picture makers and we are the dreamers of dreams...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-85316240117505476232010-03-08T23:10:00.000+02:002010-03-08T23:10:35.223+02:00Why?Why do we take photographs?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S5VmjW3Mo8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/8B-ktvSK4uE/s1600-h/tet2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/S5VmjW3Mo8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/8B-ktvSK4uE/s320/tet2.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To teach?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To remember?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To enjoy?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To try and take a precious moment in time with us?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I take photographs because it's fun. It's fun to look back and realize what effort went into the "creation" of the story. And yes, it includes all of the above...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> It's about savouring the effort, the process and the result.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Probably the same things we need to do, in order to appreciate life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Make time for the moments, for it's the moments that make up time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-91175292570274507902010-01-24T22:03:00.000+02:002010-01-24T22:03:11.205+02:00In loveIt was Helgo Shomer who reminded me last week about the fact that when we are in love, we view the world differently. <br />
As I was taking pictures of this couple today, their sense of fun and interaction reminded me once again that we have a choice to be in love with life, or to take it for granted.<br />
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People who are <b>in love with life </b>celebrate the challenges and the victories, people who fall out of love with life are blinded by the obstacles and the defeats.<br />
Nature, like a camera lens, is neutral.<br />
It's the eye and heart of the beholder that makes it good or bad.<br />
Do you still look at life through the lens of love, laughter and living?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-63249411317285066052010-01-22T05:47:00.002+02:002010-01-23T18:13:01.772+02:00A girl and a horseMostly photographers look for eye contact - still, sometimes it's all about the moment.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As she walked away, I pressed the shutter - some will say: "Not a great photograph," because of the rules. Others will realize it's about enjoying the moment.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We need to do it more often - Moments are made to enjoy.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They're our gifts.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's why it's called: <i><b>The Present.</b></i><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-35910859312146187212010-01-21T21:42:00.000+02:002010-01-21T21:42:15.763+02:00Fun people<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>As I was taking pictures of this family, it was just fantastic to see them interact. There was a consistent sense of fun and good-natured humour.<br />
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</div>So often we fail to just "be in the moment" or "go with the flow." Actually <b>that</b>'s when we really can be our true selves. Still we make it difficult, we try to look professional, sophisticated or fancy. When it's actually easy to be all three.<br />
If we just be who we are...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's so much easier than we think, because it comes naturally.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we let it.<br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-70401560637861485402009-11-15T21:44:00.007+02:002009-12-09T07:56:29.428+02:00Where people still matter<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBck9C0YaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oJASQaClZ-4/s1600-h/kathu+%2864+of+102%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404421342776025506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBck9C0YaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oJASQaClZ-4/s400/kathu+%2864+of+102%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
This weekend, my family and I had the wonderful opportunity to spend time in the Kalahari. Although the weekend was short due to the long distance, it felt like a holiday. Mainly because of the friendly people, the creative encounters and the early mornings. (Jeepers - on Saturday we were out and about just after 04:30).<br />
Maybe we should remember that weekends are mini-holidays, especially if we take more time to appreciate and less time to criticize, more time to reflect and less time to rush, more time to be and less time to become...more time at the oasis and less time in the desert...<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBcBgRwRcI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wmfv9iw6Y6k/s1600-h/kathu+%284+of+102%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404420733758621122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBcBgRwRcI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wmfv9iw6Y6k/s400/kathu+%284+of+102%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 201px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>In the end, it's about the landscapes of the soul, those unchartered panoramas of peace, we visit within ourselves, is it not?<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBdSsiiUhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/posF0r5k0vE/s1600-h/kathu+%2854+of+102%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404422128619639314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBdSsiiUhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/posF0r5k0vE/s400/kathu+%2854+of+102%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>And when we visit those panoramas, we find the great pictures, and call them memories...<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBd4aNA4cI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N1OgADOUdPI/s1600-h/kathu+%2893+of+102%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404422776532558274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SwBd4aNA4cI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N1OgADOUdPI/s400/kathu+%2893+of+102%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 131px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-18177517877143549392009-11-03T22:16:00.000+02:002009-11-03T22:16:00.568+02:00Anienie looked back at the camera.<br />She was having so much fun - with so little -<br />All we need is sand, sun, water - and the eyes of a child...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Su8-qU9tPCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/IA_pxC9d2BI/s1600-h/anienie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Su8-qU9tPCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/IA_pxC9d2BI/s400/anienie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603375143468066" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-61102074789649732212009-11-02T21:59:00.003+02:002009-11-02T22:06:37.194+02:00There is one gift that distinguishes geniuses from others...<br />We all have it, but very few use it.<br />It's the gift of natural curiosity, the willingness to learn, to experiment, and to keep on pushing the limits, because we know there is more to learn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Su87GlEO9dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ylnrxI2fL1o/s1600-h/curiosita.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Su87GlEO9dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ylnrxI2fL1o/s400/curiosita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399599462455637458" border="0" /></a>As my son looked through a window, I hoped that he would treasure this gift, finding the windows of hope always opening as he keeps on living the quest for truth, love and happiness.<br />Godspeed, dear traveller.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-41486521388439237352009-10-28T21:41:00.003+02:002009-10-28T21:49:17.982+02:00A friend of mine got married and asked me to take the pictures. Every time I see a bride, I realize that we need to keep our Fairy Tales alive. Our life stories may take us on many roads, but it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">not </span>our external lives that makes Fairy Tales last...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SuiegeTBjII/AAAAAAAAAfk/j6P3imL7hJc/s1600-h/daleenwedding+%281+of+1%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SuiegeTBjII/AAAAAAAAAfk/j6P3imL7hJc/s400/daleenwedding+%281+of+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397738434129398914" border="0" /></a>It's our<span style="font-weight: bold;"> hopes, dreams and beliefs</span>.<br />No one can steal them, they help define us.<br />Like they define the beauty that one sees when one sees a bride with her eyes fixed on the future, her heart full of love and her thoughts filled with happiness.<br />The camera needs only to record, the fairy tale is already happening.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-47279294198934302642009-10-28T21:22:00.002+02:002009-10-28T21:35:48.221+02:00My cousin's matric farewell. I was taking the picture. I thought it would be lovely if she stood on a railroad track with the others just looking at her. <br />Then it happened.<br />As all had struck there poses, she momentarily lost her balance...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SuibVr443TI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WF39Yo3dIiQ/s1600-h/anea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SuibVr443TI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WF39Yo3dIiQ/s400/anea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397734950264429874" border="0" /></a>What a wonderful moment.<br />Maybe not at the time the picture was taken, but when one looks back, is that not what it's all about.<br />Unexpected moments, providing us with something to smile about.<br />Remember the moment is spontaneous, the interpretation afterwards is choice.<br />Little can be done about chance, but a great deal can be done about choice.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-82781770676239032812009-08-13T22:23:00.001+02:002009-08-13T22:23:15.152+02:00Girl Photographing a Dog<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nationalmediamuseum/3084877374/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/3084877374_ae57afbd57.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nationalmediamuseum/3084877374/">Girl Photographing a Dog</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nationalmediamuseum/">National Media Museum</a>.</span></div><p>As I was doing research for some training on Social Networking, I came across this little picture. What fun it must have been to take it. Imagine the planning, the dressing up, the setting up...<br />And yes, more than anything else...<br />The sharing of a fabulous moment with others...<br />Too often we share our problems, ailments and complaints. We talk about the news and the recession.<br />Let's also rave about great moments.<br />Photography is painting with light, maybe we should take more light into our lives as well...<br />Share a great memory today.<br />It's part of the ingredients of what is called a great life!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-25235583001914134982009-08-06T23:14:00.001+02:002009-08-06T23:14:00.285+02:00It was early morning.<br />There is nothing like early mornings.<br />Everything is fresh, the colors keep on changing, there's expectation in the air.<br />Anien, my daughter was running on a dune with a friend.<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Sunchasing</span>."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Snrz4WgHS1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/9NHvAgfZWxs/s1600-h/%28202+of+323%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Snrz4WgHS1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/9NHvAgfZWxs/s400/%28202+of+323%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366870055403866962" border="0" /></a>Too often the break of dawn brings the newspapers and newsbulletins. Mostly negative.<br />Sunchasing is about the positive stuff.<br />Loving the break of a new day.<br />Looking forward to gifts bestowed by the day:<br />Moments - turning into seconds, minutes and hours.<br />Moments to run towards the sun, passionately pursuing the firelights of our purpose.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-76288231439171676712009-08-06T17:00:00.002+02:002009-08-06T17:12:33.504+02:00I knew that the picture was there. The moon was shining beautifully over the sea. <br />As I watched the scene, I realized there was no foreground interest. A big log was lying about 200 meters away.<br />It took a little help, sweat and effort from a friend. And then the composition could be made.<br />The result was this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SnrwkAzvzLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OWNErEok0dg/s1600-h/%28112+of+323%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/SnrwkAzvzLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OWNErEok0dg/s400/%28112+of+323%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366866407448366258" border="0" /></a>Then last Sunday there was a sermon on VISION. If you have a vision, you can work towards it, you can create it. Disney saw Disneyland before it was there...<br /><br />So yes, if you see the picture before you create it, you'll be able to find the materials you need. It all makes sense. And yes, all it takes is effort, sweat and a friend or two.<br /><br />So in photography, as in life, we need to:<br />Know what we want to achieve (Vision).<br />Focus on our vision. (Usually through goals)<br />Find what's needed to compose the final picture. (What's left out of the frame and what is kept)<br />Go out and do it.<br />And yes, have fun along the way.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34822122.post-54312135848360124042009-05-11T21:10:00.003+02:002009-05-11T21:23:28.205+02:00Wonderful place, the web.<br />I received a comment from <a href="http://www.vanlelia.com/">someone </a>about a picture. It was a picture of the farm where I grew up.<br />I love taking pictures on the road to the farm <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Sgh4j0BOVUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Xw3Yj1sSBAg/s1600-h/susannasvlei+%281+of+1%29-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI9NwSmwONA/Sgh4j0BOVUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Xw3Yj1sSBAg/s400/susannasvlei+%281+of+1%29-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646315274884418" border="0" /></a>As I replied to the comment, a bit of a digital conversation ensued... And here's the fun part. Turns out we are neighbours (her parents now reside on the farm next to the one where I grew up). <br />It made me think of the old saying, "<span style="font-style: italic;">A stranger is just a friend you have to meet</span>," but what a strange world it has become, - meeting your neighbours in cyberspace.<br />Maybe there are too many strangers and too little friends these days.<br />Strange.<br />Friends or strangers? Who decides?<br />You do.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0