For awhile now I have been wondering what kind of photographer I am.
I am nowhere near being a professional, neither am I looking to become one but this is a hobby that I truly enjoy and I think it is always good to improve ones skills.
As it is if someone were to ask me what my style is, I don’t think I would have a good answer. I just take pictures of what I think is interesting, beautiful or informative.
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Is it important to be able to answer that question?
Sunset over Lake Superior
Sometimes when rookie cops come to Pikangikum ( police come in on a two-week rotation) they play the siren as they patrol trying to make children laugh. Maybe at the beginning of my first month here I would have found that funny but by the end of it I had joined a lot of locals whose hearts quickly seize up in fear over what the siren is telling the community. I realized how deeply that sound affected me when about two weeks ago as I was teaching a class of grade 8s and the intrusive sound cut me off mid sentence, I froze in fear and my mind went completely blank, it took me a minute to gather my thoughts all the while trying to decipher in what direction the police truck was going and selfishly praying it was not going to any home that I know. Even when I leave Pikangikum for a couple of days break and I hear a siren I am filled with fear, it takes time to calm my heart, reminding myself you are not there, you are here.
The rookie cop soon learns that in Pikangikum, sirens for most mean someone is close to death or someone is already dead. Most times that type of death is suicide. The rookie learns the lesson and doesn’t repeat that game again.
Since coming here these flowers are a constant reminder to me of how fragile life in Pikangikum is.
Between January and May this year, Pikangikum has had 4 suicides and countless attempts.
This is my first time writing about suicide, I cannot over emphasis how extremely sensitive this issue is. Maybe next time I will have the right words to unpack a little of what goes on in my mind when our fears are confirmed and someone has gone.
I had a dream last night,
I dream t my grandma was healthy again,
I dream t her dislocated hip and knee were completely healed.
I dream t she was full of energy dancing about with joy,
I dream t she could see again.
In the dream I stared at her in disbelief, how is it possible that she walks with the strength of a young adult I thought? As if she could read my thoughts she turned and smiled at me telling me not to think too hard about such matters. I quietly marvel as she walks away…
Since morning I have been mulling over the dream, then late this afternoon I got a simple message;
your grandmother just died.
Forever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.
New born baby
Inca, this puppy had the biggest and most adorable personality but she died just after staying 3 weeks with us. She caught the horrible parvo virus. Soo sad! She loved her sleep, you couldnt wake her up when she decided to sleep!
I find African sunsets come close to filling the void that I have for my love for mountains 😀
The great Baobab Tree, I am no botanist (so please correct me if I am wrong) but these must be Southern Africas largest trees. This one is a medium-sized one.
Whatever it is that they were looking at must have been very fascinating.
It doesn’t happen often but once in a while a meerkat takes center stage. This one lapped up all the attention it got!
My moms friends grows pineapples in her small garden.
In Zambia, these flowers can be seen beautifying people s homes. In Mozambique these flowers are only used during a funeral. Since they are associated with death, no one grows them in their garden unless they are going to be sold at the local cemetery.
Some little girls know how to work an Afro!
Johannesburg is known as a city of great opportunity(anyone can make it in Jozi) and infamous for its crime, I love its sunsets 🙂