Category: a writer’s soul

COVIDiots Galore

We have all done a lot of foolish things in our youth which we are probably not proud of, or at least cringe in embarrassment for being so reckless and fancy-free. Regardless of whether you were young and carefree in the 50s, 60s, 70s or even 80s, drugs, sex and alcohol were nothing compared to

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Summer Textures

Whereas I adore the desolation and drama of winter for photography, the vibrancy of summer and the textures that you can play around with is something completely different, no matter what part of the world you may find yourself in. You know I am a storyteller, and words are my passion. But I also see

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On some days you hang on to the little things

I used to stress over crossing the boundaries, the divergence from the plan and direction, but during one photo assignment some years ago I watched these camels in a “traffic jam” or sorts. It changed my perspective overnight: there is absolutely no point stressing over what you cannot change or is out of your hands.

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In Case You Missed Them ….

I have been in a deep, dark and murderous place these past weeks – as author and writer, and thoroughly enjoying myself with the latest project of Marie Balustrade. If you didn´t catch the first three short story sets, as they emerged one scheming chapter after the other, you can curl up on your favourite

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The Return of the Prodigal Cam

A photographer’s relationship with the camera is a very intimate one, almost akin to a spouse or at the very least, a lover. In some cases, the camera will even take precedence over the spouse, but that is a topic for another day. Having said that, when the time comes to part ways with the

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Summer 2020: Balconya & HomeStudioVille

This year there will be no blog entry from me on some exciting adventure or wonderful travel experience for holidays. All travel plans have been cancelled this year, not just by me, but by the world and the obnoxious COVID-19. Anyone who has to travel via train, plane, or bus and any other local transportation

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An Apology To My Soul

There are days when I come to a standstill, wondering about the choices I made, the decisions I have had to live with. Have they been the right ones? Should I have chosen the other path? If not, how have I dealt with the consequences. Divesting myself of all the roles that tied me down

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My Soul Has A Hat

“I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far. I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure but when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely. I have no

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The Jeans of Faith

Eight years ago I wrote a blog entry on religion and blue jeans. I know, I know, it sounds like a bit stretch and you are probably thinking of rebellious priests in the jungles preaching Theology of Liberation and the banishment of oppressive multinational companies. No, this has nothing to do with that. Religion in

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Decluttering (my) Social Media

I have just about had it with Facebook. Two weeks ago I shut down my FB photography page, withdrew from all the photography groups, and felt incredibly lighter, now that I have less to maintain. I am, however, very close to shutting down my entire FB account altogether and began withdrawing in stages. I simply

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