my lens | my life | my travels
I am like a chameleon, I can blend into any place, city or country. I get lost in the motion and am fascinated by people, temples, colours and lots, lots more. However, when I get to the bush, I literally glow. I feel like I have come home. My hearing and sight improves by ten… Read More
faces of varanasi | pure photography copyrighted
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I experienced the stunning Lunch Food & Wine pairing, which was simply magical. From the exceptional service to the fine dining and excellent wine pairing. Our wonderful waiter Warren was the most professional, delightful and knowledgeable sommelier I have ever come across. He has a true passion for the Creation Wines and for the area and… Read More
That’s what you get when you go away with your very special friends. Alot of lipstick on gorgeous Enzo, love and heaps of laughter. And the place is called Hemel-en-Aarde, which translated to heaven on earth. Should I say anything more. The table is never empty, the chef is in the kitchen, the waiter is… Read More
fish hoek craft market | pure photography copyright
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flower blooms | pure photography copyright
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Its that time of the year, when companies start celebrating their success after a long hard couple of months of working to the bone. Its time for a little relax, a few tequilas or something fun and filled with dress up, competition and activities. In Cape town and surrounds there are so many choice to… Read More
And friends… that is honestly all I want in life. Seriously, its life living dangerously. The colours, the tastes and the beautiful blooms of fynbos. Simply delicious. We spent 4 hours in at the Elgin Railway Market. I’ve been to many markets all over the world and can literally rate them all right now, but… Read More
I am not a fan of too much play with colours on photographs. Of course filters on Instagram are great fun, but when it comes to a photo shoot I rarely use filters. The most I do is use the the black and white filter to create the drama when needed. Here I took my… Read More
Watching my mother in a second hand shop is like watching a child coming alive in a sweet shop. As I keep a eye on my mother, she walks around a cluttered shop of smelly old fashioned collectibles, from old vintage radios, to cars to antique furniture, to photography from decades ago of strange men… Read More