Where my mind is...

For once I've been kinda chilled. Had some time off work now and have been problem solving for about a week now. Also been learning more in Lightroom and editing more pictures. This is good. I want to put a book together soon. I have portfolio, but having a printed tangible book with pictures and paper texture in between your fingers is just way cooler. I want to make it cool aswell, my brother is an industrial designer, maybe he has a cool concept or idea for this? Ummmm, Andreas!!! GET ON IT!

I dont really pride myself on being a lanscape photographer, even though I do shoot alot of sunsets, trees, waves, rocks, mountains. But right now, the weather in Norway is soooo shitty, that I think subconsciously my mind is creeping through my pictures looking for warmth. I stumble across a picture from my trip to SA, and float away.

Im not here in Norway.

Im skating a hill in the sun with my brother and some friends. I'm driving my car, listening to good music with the windows open and singing. Im wearing sunglasses. Cold iced teas makes sense hear. The warmth of the sun is gentle and fills me with energy. I'm in a city where there are endless possibilities, where spontaneity is the spark and driving force behind what we do.

Im climbing with friends in the Cedarberg, the friction is unbelievable. The smell of the meat on the fire is enchanting. Im on the beach with my dog. The sand is soft, the water invigorating and the ever present sun make this picturesque day complete. Finishing the afternoon with a cold one on the roof shooting pictures of the breathtaking sunset comes standard here.

Im paddling out at my local wedge. Its 4-5ft and the wind is light offshore, the water is azurish blue, broken up only by shapes and colours of our pack of friends. Im getting barreled, Im smiling from ear to ear, everything goes quiet, I can see my friends on the shoulder hollering and hooting.

I go out and listen to good music. I dance. And dance. And dance. Eventually losing control to the point where people start questioning my sobriety. We stop for food on the way home, we skate at 4AM once home.

I am content. I have not a care in the world right now. No worries. This is home. This is where my spirit is kept. Without these things I feel like a lion in a zoo, confined to a cage and a life of missing freedom.

Im from Cape Town. Im in Cape Town with every passing moment I let go of reality. N

Cedarberg bouldering, there's plenty of it. 

Plenty of empty hills and twisting roads to skate all year round.

Sunset from the roof of our house in Rooi Els. Not to bad huh?