Netters

And the sardines are still in Durban. Who would have thought, a truly unusual year.

Newborn

I don't think army medics (or photographers) get a chance to work in a public hospital maternity ward. I was rushed in, only realising where I was by the stirrups, to see this picture.

Iron(ing) Lady

Her smile touched me.

The Cow and a Tree

Uniforms

These are 2 of 13 photographs made with fellow artists Caroline Birch and Deborah van Niekerk. It was such fun to do and an absolute tangent from what I normally do. The exhibition titled Masuga is on display at the KZNSA, there is more info at http://www.nsagallery.co.za/current_mezzanine.htm

The gallery is closed on Mondays, always catches me out.

Many Hands

I am fascinated by the sardine run. In years gone by I have chased sardines for miles, but this year has been something special. The sardines have been netted on the Durban beach front for weeks. And they still are. And I am still excited!

Sardines

I wait in anticipation for the annual sardine run. Since moving back from Cape Town it has been disappointing, with smallish runs on the south coast but none of the stories of legend. In fact I was beginning to think the the legend was just that. But this year has changed my attitude, and the little silver fish have made a huge showing.

I am still waiting for them to wash up on the Durban beach front so that I can see for myself the stories I have heard. For the sardine fever is not a thing of myth, I have been parked in enough times in the past weeks to realise this. I do want to see normally rational grandmothers running into the ocean and scooping sardines by the skirt full!