The last of the silver

agustus 1990, onrusrivier

is die silwer in fotografie herwinbaar? baie fotos en film word gebruik en die silwer daarin kom nooit weer in sirkulasie nie. sal nie kan sê wat die lab run-off aan die see en riviere doen nie...

silwer gaan op raak, duur en dan op. 'n digitale era kom, nog van lae kwaliteit en onbekostigbaar duur

van kuns weet ek vokkol, teoreties, wil liewer in die realm van die senses bly al sê Homer "colour fades, poems last longer "

die futiliteit en vlugtigheid van fotografie pla wel en erg, opgevokte foto oomblikke is soos fading prints en gekrapte negatiewe vir altyd verby

oor die onderwerp stuff aan die ander kant van die lens, ek het nie die heavy heavy fotos so baie geneem nie al lyk dit my om te skok is die norm. tjoklitbox kitch bring mens egter ook nie ver nie

kleurloos is boring, this could be blissfully so only to me now after the monochrome brown army experience. everything is fucking beautiful now

we have reponsibilities towards overthrowing the regime and making things work out, but i cannot get enough of being free. the times are changing and nobody is telling what it is like...

anybody can take the same photo of the same subject at the same time

nobody does, there are infinite possibilities and permutations of angle, distance, focal length, composition etc. infinity

choice. opportunity? now, if not when? intuition. anticipation. Bresson's decisive moment!

the selection I show you here are of opportunities i made and of others that happened upon me when i was ready

there is a story amongst them that I do not know yet myself, about the last few years in the Cape and her enduring vistas

landscapes are the easiest, slow posers. i am printing them small for better quality, look from close-up