Dabbling in Street Photography

I have tried to make street photography part of my commercial work and website, but the two just doesn’t gel. So I’m going to try it here – and if it doesn’t work, I’ll just start (yet again) a new blog or Instagram account for it.

In the mean time…

Street photography is a genre that has always fascinated me. It was also the first form of photography that I practiced passionately as an adult and have dearly missed. Now, when I need inspiration or it feels like I’m at a dead end as an artist, it is the form that I return to.

As it is the end of the year, and drained doesn’t quite describe where I’m at, I have decided to dig into this genre again. So weekends will be all about street photography. Hope you enjoy my re-discovery and road into the depths of street photography. It is also the one genre that I have never felt comfortably with sharing and have no platform for, but here I am, testing the ground as I tread on unknown waters.

(Please note: These are not new photos taken recently – this is my way of re-discovering what I love and when I have enough courage, to head out into the streets with a new perspective and new view).

Most travelers prefer to travel to Namibia during the Winter (May – August), due to the extreme heat that can be experienced during summer in certain parts of Namibia.

But what does the difference look like?

Winter:emdtphotography

 

 

 

Summer:

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This isn’t to convince you that our summers (our wet season) is better to travel in, it’s just a matter of fact observation. The difference is quite staggering and if you are a landscape photographer, summer might just be better for you – heat and all.

I have been after this photo for a while… I’m still not hundred percent happy, but I think we are getting somewhere.

An oldie to go with this one…

vincent – don mclean
Starry
Starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the
Darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry
Starry night
Flaming flo’rs that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s
Loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you
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When I started to put together a selection of farm shots, I thought of finding a poem that would compliment it best. I searched here and there, but could not find anything truly fitting. And then I remembered a song from my childhood.. in Afrikaans, but as true to the African farmer as any song will ever be…

Stuur groete aan Mannetjies Roux

 

My oom se motor is ‘n ou masjien
Hy maak dit vol met dieselien
En hy sing in die strate as hy ons kom sien
My oom is oud en ek is skaars dertien

My oom drink koffie en my tannie tee
Ek vra oor die reën en hy sê ja-nee
En hy drink soet koffie met sy een oog toe
En hy praat weer oor die drie van Mannetjies Roux

O stuur ons net so ‘n bietjie reën
My oom het ‘n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

Maar my oom het gesukkel op die plaas
Want die son was te warm en die reën te skaars
En die man van die bank het net sy kop geskud
Want my oom, ja my oom was te diep in die skuld

My oom se motor is ‘n ou masjien
Hy maak dit vol met dieselien
En hy ry na die lande in die oggenddou
Die lande vaal en sy oë grou

O stuur ons net so ‘n bietjie reën
My oom het ‘n tenk vol dieselien
En seën my pa en seën my ma
En my oom op sy plaas in Afrika

En as jy in die oggend in die lande stap
Hoor jy nog sy motor met sy klak-klak-klak
Maar my oom, ja my oom se oë’s nou albei toe
In sy brief stuur hy groete aan Mannetjies Roux

Woorde: Christopher Torr

Bekendgemaak deur Laurika Rauch