The Car Washers' Cons

I love the every day details which, if we are not looking, would walk past without noticing. This picture was made near my favourite Indian takeaway in Pietermaritburg, and I just could not resist the scene.
The old cooking oil containers belong to the men who wash cars in the street, and the shoes probably belong to one of them too. I liked the colours and the odd items arranged, but most of all I love the life slice. A piece of time which in the future will change.
I read a list of 13 things a photographer is working to change. I would have a link to said photographer but have managed to get my old bookmarks which I lost back, and have now lost all the bookmarks I had made since then. One of those was to pass fewer photographs. As I read that I knew it is something I need to work on too. I have missed so many good opportunities to make picture. This is one of those.

The lottery conversation

I cannot remember the number of times I have become involved in the 'what I would do if I won the lottery' conversation. I do know that the first few times left me with a strange hopefulness. The same feeling I experienced when, while on an assignment, I was given R200 to gamble at a casino. Thoughts of a lucky run and leaving with wads of cash soon became that sick feeling of what the hell am I doing drawing more money from the ATM!

Time on my hands

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The Durban July

I have no interest in horse racing. I have a tainted interest in fashion. But to go to the Durban July and watch the people is a treat. This was one of the people I enjoyed observing most.

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Toilets

Toilets on the side of the road. A common sight although these seem to be defying gravity.

My new mailer

A peak of my newest mailer. I am pretty proud as I designed it myself with a little guidance from Trevor from Sploosh. He makes killer websites.

Should you want to receive future mailers please drop me a line to rogan@roganward.co.za.

Standing on the corner

I spend much time sitting and waiting for things to happen. It is a part of my job which sometimes frustrates me as was the case on Friday. I was waiting on a street corner for striking civil servants to round the corner down the road. And I waited.

I was a little irritated as I had things to do, people to see. The usual story, and since giving up smoking four or five years ago these waits have become a little more difficult. I miss the street vendors in Cape Town selling packets of peanuts. It is a Cape Town phenomenon I think. Peanuts have replaced cigarettes during those long waits outside court or in times of observing African time.

No protestors and no peanuts. Bother.

I think to myself how nice it would be to wonder the streets and photograph life happening in front of me. But I have to wait. I could do that while I wait?

My wait yielded a picture which I am very happy with. And then the striking marchers arrive and it's back to work. Couldn't they have taken just a little longer?