Category: Portraits


We just love patterns, lines and symmetry, don’t we?


Guess it was drilled into us as a means of survival – coded into our dna.
Or it was wired into our brains by a divine being – just to add some awe to our lives.



Brenton-on-sea is a beach near Knysna that attracts an abundance of paragliders. The natural outcrop of landmass close to the sea creates perfect conditions for paragliders to leisurely drift up and down the shore line with seemingly stable and meek wind currents. I counted nine gliders in this shot.

9 high fliers

On the left edge of the beach there is body of rock that one can climb onto with relative ease. It provides natural protection to the elements and gives a good view of the surrounding sea, beach and gliders.

the castle

It is on this rock ‘castle’ that I came across a pair of birds that started calling wildly as soon as I started my exploration. They did not leave the castle and it quickly dawned on me that they must be protecting their young. Further investigation and furious calls led me to their solitary young chick that was being brought up between a few cracks and crevices. protective parents

I don’t like cricket…

oh, oh no, I love it!

Morné Morkel bowling

What a game! What a day! We had sun, rain, cricket, beer, boerewors rolls and a great crowd. What more could one desire (except for a win)?

Lonwabo 'Swagger' Tsotsobe

I had the bittersweet privilege of watching South Africa’s last ODI match against Sri Lanka at the Wanderers on the 22nd of January. The Bullring was packed to the rafters with supporters, most of them clad in the green and gold colours of the Proteas. We were in for an amazing spectacle with the advantage shifting throughout the game. South Africa batted superbly, with big Biffy scoring a well-deserved century and captain AB also coming to the party with a flamboyant, blazing volley of runs.

Opener Alviro Petersen warming up

Sri Lanka blistered past the run rate required and cruised to a comfortable lead. Rain dampened South African hearts even further and everyone thought that Duckworth might show his face again. But luckily, he and Lewis stayed away and did not join the party – nobody likes a D/L result in cricket, especially those in the crowd who stays until the end of it all.

Cricket starts at a young age

The stands held fewer people when play resumed and it could be understood why; Sri Lanka was smacking fours and giving our fielders leisurely jogs to the boundary. Sangakarra beat our bowlers to a pulp and it seemed that we were heading for an early close… Until JP Duminy of all people in South African cricket history took a wicket. I do not completely agree with letting a part-time bowler actually BOWL, but Kirsten must have his experimental reasons…

Proteas in a bunch

And so it came to pass that Sri Lanka needed 5 runs from 2 deliveries. Just when a sliver of hope, a little ray of Peterson sunshine entered our dark arena, it was unceremoniously and nonchalantly smacked for six.

Security vs Lonwabo

It was a great match in the end (especially the first half) and was quite enjoyable. Hats off to the Sri Lankans and their never-say-die attitude!

Camera Fight

These past few weeks were filled with excitement and anticipation as I set on a journey to find a suitable replacement for my old DSLR. The 350D Canon has served me well, since being passed down from the older generation, but the time has come for me to broaden my horizon! Any entry-level DSLR would suffice (my bank is already broken), but the obvious choice lay between Nikon and Canon. Many hours were spent on, weighing options, reading reviews and comparing brands and their models. My dad had switched over to the dark-side a few years ago, and taunted me about wanting to go Canon once more. I had no problem with the brand, for it has served me well in my quests of creativity and exploration. Nikon versus Canon, the fight had begun.

I made my mind up before I reached the painstaking task of comparing prices from the throng of camera shops littered across Gauteng. I want a Canon. And I want it now!

Ironically I found the best prices for digital cameras in a shop in Sandton. Wow. Sandton = cheap? WHAT!? Who would have thought… The shop’s name is Cats digital / Catz digital or something like that. They have an array of products, ranging from tablets to cameras to… To be quite honest, I was wholly fixated on the cameras, so I don’t actually know what the rest of the shop looked like.

Expert advice was given; expert advice was listened to and mulled over, with the constant asthma voice of Darth Father blowing in my ear: “Nikon, my son, Nikon is the chosen path…”

I walked out of the shop, and am now a proud new owner of a Nikon. I was hooked on the better low-light capability and the sound of the shutter lightly flicking down, like a tiny wave of water lapping a rock at the tranquil sea.

 One of the last pictures I have taken with my Canon 350D.


A photo of our residence’s mascot / symbol / statue chilling busy grazing or chilling beneath a Serengeti tree (oh and it’s a rhino). Normally it isn’t painted like a zebra; but a stubborn, strong and powerful grey.

Home is where the heart is. I live in a hostel at the University of Pretoria, thus I have two homes: an academic one and my real home. The common things my homes share are; food, friendship, a hierarchy of power (just like any system or institution in the world) and laughter.

The camaraderie in our hostel is awesome and there is a clear sense of purpose felt with the joint identity we all share. It is like we are our own little country, governed by ourselves and obviously influenced by external factors (we can’t just do what we want to!) – like Tuksres and other Western traditions and ideals. It is amazing to see a bunch of diverse people coming together and make the best of this little universe. Obviously today we are much more liberal and we have lots of room to express our individualities: therefore no boot camp and brainwashing.

But yes, life in a residence is not to everyone’s taste, or everyone’s cup of tea. Some people are better off in a commune or flat. Some people just have to fight and rebel against any sort of ‘forced’ hierarchy or dependence (but they do not realize that the whole world is based on this – the name of almost every game in the world is: adapt or die). I believe that I too will move into a commune someday, but that the things I learnt in my home in Pretoria will always stay with me, and I will always be grateful to have been given an in-depth course of time management, respect for others and being a gentleman and brothers I could always rely on (just to name a few).

We play sport together, we study together, and we party together!


This is a photo of the corridor where I live. It looks bland, but it holds many memories, good and bad!




Dark echoes bounce off of the walls:

This cacophonous stretched hallway

Burns brightly into keen ears

Igniting many unspoken, hidden fears


Light is but a glimmer of hope:

The worn out cliché that is seen

Winking in the death of night

Coaxing souls to resolve and fight


We all have our paths that wind

Through the filtering light of forest:

The grinning joy, crying sorrow

In which we sometimes wallow


Outstretched hand from the dark

Ignites spirit, hope: the way to light

We fight not alone, but in mass

Unto victory, but victory too in pass


August 2011 – Francois Hermanus Steyn