Humanity begins in your own environment was my first thought when I read about it in the Weekly Photo Challenge in the Daily Post.
20 Odd years after ‘apartheid’ there are still some barriers to overcome in South Africa. I live in Stanford, Western Cape, South Africa. This village is not an exception although the relations between people of different walks of life are relatively good and more on equal base than we experienced in some other places in the ‘Rainbow Nation’. There is still a division between ‘White’ and ‘Non-White’ people and there is also a division between ‘Black’ and ‘Coloured’ people; leaving the tribal/clan divisions of ‘Afro-Africans for what it is for now.
There is a natural barrier between ‘White’ and ‘Non White’ communities and that is the Willem Appel Dam which also borders our street. Sometimes I have a doggy walk into ‘The Scheme’ at the other side. The difference with our side is that there is real street life contrary to sitting behind closed doors and fenced properties. Co-incidentally a post scheduled for 26 September is also partly dedicated to The Scheme (‘coloured’) and ‘Hopland’ (Africans) and I also added some pics from that blog post. Some pictures I published in the past, others are not published or scheduled at all.
Moving your cursor over the pictures will reveal some captions that provide some more background.
Silly question of course; every photographer knows that. This morning I decided to play a bit with a bird that looks black but is not. A bit of photoshopping, first in RAW and later in PSD, made this black bird (kind of starling, I believe) more colorful. It also made the white gutter a bit rusty … :). The roof however kept its own color…
If people (especially the ones from outside the African Continent) are talking about South Africa the conversation is ‘Black’ and ‘White’. But what about the in-between South Africans? These are, with one foot in ancient tradition and the other in contemporary (white) society; the ‘Lost People’.
The ‘Coloreds’ have their own world embedded between vague tradition and misty modern world. Distrusted by both ‘Black’ and ‘White’ they have to find their own way in a ‘dark forest’.
It’s a dangerous world out there or is it here?