The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about lightning a sigaret; between taking a match and the first inhale of smoke…
I became inspired by this when sitting on two terraces; one in Somerset-West (Store Cafe) and at the terrace of Thandi in Elgin. I made a selection of 20 images (10 of each venue). Each serie I begin the gate and you may make your own story. My story is in each individual picture.
To provide this serie with an own signature I added HDR-toning to each picture.
…. in a time when there were less speed-maniacs from Cape Town and Gauteng on the rural roads of South Africa, Frikkie and his wife Riana, so goes the story and South Africans are good story-tellers, drove in leisurely pace their Sunday afternoon ride through the country-side. The car was old, rattling and shaking a bit on the dirt roads but still moving forwards until …… somewhere in nowhere ….. the engine-block fell. The couple was almost home. Optimist as Frikkie has always been he said to his wife “No problem which can’t be fixed” and both tried to lift the engine in place again. But alas, it didn’t work out that way. They left the car after an emotional farewell and taking the registration plates off. The car is still there where they left it minus useful spare parts. These spare parts were taken out overnight and that is also typical South African.