I’ve been trying to write this post for a while but I keep abandoning my drafts and starting over. I haven’t a clue how to say anything meaningful without sounding trite. But let me try again.
Jon died exactly a year ago. He died of alcoholism. I’ve put off writing about this for a long time because I don’t know how to make people understand. Or to put it more honestly, I’m afraid that people won’t understand. Alcoholism defies understanding. Even though it’s all around us, it’s hard to see it for what it is. Continue Reading
I’ve been attacked by an end-of-year malaise. My blogging motivation — and motivation in general — has flagged. So I thought I’d return to my quick-and-easy Instagram for Art’s Sake project today.
The agapanthus is one of my favorite indigenous summer flowers in South Africa. I love the word, too. So exotic.
This lone agapanthus bloomed in my backyard last week. I took several photos of it but this is the only shot I’m happy with.
From the Melville Cat:
Heather is short on blog material this week, so she asked me to provide some entertainment for her audience. I complied by presenting myself around the house in a series of creative poses, inviting Heather to photograph me with that instrument called an iPad.
My efforts resulted in the following vertical triptych. Continue Reading
Instagram for Art’s Sake, installment #5.
I took three photos this morning, all within about 30 minutes of waking up. It was only later that I realized all three pictures portray the same substance.
I must have dreamed about glass last night.
Piece of a wind chime hanging outside my back door.
This is not the most aesthetically pleasing Instagram photo I’ve ever taken. But it’s a photo of glasses, sitting behind glass, with a glass window reflected in the glass. So I had to include it.
My bathroom window. Technically the window is covered by burglar bars. But I don’t think of these beautiful metal objects as burglar bars. To me, they’re art.
I was skimming through my blog the other day and noticed that lately, I’ve veered from the subject matter that made 2Summers what it is. With the exception of a few posts here and there, I haven’t written about fun things to do in Jozi for weeks.
I guess that’s because I haven’t been doing many fun things lately. I haven’t been in the mood.
However, a long weekend looms and I’m feeling motivated to get out there. So if you’re getting bored with the artsy, reflective 2Summers, never fear. I think the happy-go-lucky 2Summers is about to make a comeback.
Instagram for Art’s Sake, installment #4.
A good task for a cold, rainy weekend in Jozi.
I’ve always been a storyteller. For the last two years, this blog has been a place where I combine words and photos to tell stories. I haven’t thought of my photos as creative or artistic, at least not consciously. First and foremost, my photos are storytelling tools.
Until now. A couple of weeks ago, I got an iPad and discovered Instagram. I’m slightly ashamed to be so enamored by this gimmick. But nonetheless, I am. Thanks to Instagram, I’ve started taking pictures just for the hell of it. Instagramming for art’s sake. And since taking photos in public with an iPad looks really dorky (I don’t want to be one of THOSE people), I’ve been doing most of my Instagram artwork at home, in and around the Lucky 5 Star. Continue Reading
I recently sat in my therapist’s office, weaving my latest tale of woe. When I finished, she looked at me in that measured way that therapists do, and said:
“How ready are you to really work on yourself?”
My stomach seized up. I wanted to scream, “Not ready at all!” and run from the room. But I didn’t. I sat and thought for a moment.
“I guess I’m ready.” Continue Reading
UPDATE: This morning I received a call from the brand communications manager for Nike South Africa. He apologized profusely for the misuse of my photo and agreed to compensate me for the photo’s usage. Of course this doesn’t undo the damage completely, but I’m pleased that Nike owned up to the mistake and offered to resolve the situation in a reasonable way. Nike, you have regained a little bit of your coolness now, at least in my eyes.
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I’ve never posted an angry rant on my blog before. But there’s a first time for everything.
Earlier today I saw a Facebook posting about a new Nike-sponsored 10k race coming up in Joburg. I clicked on the link immediately. I loved participating in Run Jozi and was excited to sign up for the next race.
The link took me to the Nike Running ZA Facebook page, which has thousands of followers. Just a little way down the page was a photo of Alexandra Township. The photo was one of those “featured” Facebook Timeline posts, so it stretched all the way across the page. I looked carefully at the photo. It seemed familiar. Continue Reading
I got an iPad. (Thanks, Mom.)
I realize I’m behind the curve on this iPad thing. It took me a while to understand the point. What do I need with a weird in-between machine that is neither phone nor laptop? Or so I initially thought. But I get it now. I won’t try to explain it here. If you have an iPad, you already know. If you don’t have an iPad, well…I’m sorry but you won’t understand until you’re lucky enough to get one.
I’ve only had the iPad about a week and I’ve hardly scratched the surface of its usefulness, nor its ability to waste my time. I have much to learn yet, but one of my biggest iPad discoveries so far (on both the usefulness and time-wasting fronts) is Instagram. I installed Instagram on my iPad three days ago and have been obsessed with it ever since.
Tomorrow it will be two years since I moved to Joburg.
It’s 7:41 on a Sunday morning. Even though it is technically still winter, I’m sitting on the deck in my pajamas, feeling not at all cold, sipping coffee in the sun and watching a pair of black collared barbets nibble the blooms on a cabbage tree. The Melville Cat is prowling the garden.
Barbets in the cabbage tree.
I’m really happy. Continue Reading