Nothing specific, but everything beautiful

My, my, my how time flies! While I was looking for pictures to put in my application to Journalism 3 I realised that in my last photography post I was still tossing between photojourn and design. Well, this week was the week of big decisions and I have decided to submit my life to "death by design". I still love photo's and will never stop loving them but the excitement that stirred in me when I was looking at the design portfolios was nothing I have felt before. They were AMAZING! Now, once again, it's time for the big wait to see who gets into the specialisations. Eeekk!

Anyway, as I was filtering through my hoards of pictures to put into my portfolio I came across some that I haven't put up here yet. Thought I would just add then now before anyone looking at my portfolio decides to check out my blog :) (Hello there! Pick me!)

I found this picture from Cafe Bloom. Ive always liked the colours of the over-sized tins but never noticed the wording on the black board. I quite like the link between the tins and "treats". I wonder if it was deliberately done that way?

This is home. My dad is one of those people who gets an idea and runs with it. One day while driving home (stressing about my ridiculous university fees), a word sprung to mind- cabbages. So, a week later our fields were being ploughed and fertiliser was being kneaded into the earth, all in preparation for our first crop of cabbages. And what a success they have turned out to be! he now distributes all over the Midlands and is constantly finding more and more buyers. I think he loves the early mornings, pulling on his freezing cold gum boots, turning on the sprinklers and picking a good head for supper...Go dad!

We went to Rocky Bay (Natal) for a while during the holidays and I managed to sneak this picture of my sister while she was sleeping. Although not such a great photo technically, I still think it's a fun angle...



Deanne and I went for a walk just before dusk and I managed to catch the light as it was turning a rich, golden colour. I loved the way it illuminated this washed up tree. Even without the lighting this tree is beautiful. Its soft contours and smooth skin were just begging to be touched. It's not always that the light finds the photographer. Usually it's us chasing the light.