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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

The Spanish Cat -Fait accompli

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Back in Johannesburg we saw a lot of each other; she came to my house and cooked me my first paella. At this time I was writing my Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief by hand. Maria had a laptop that she said I could use. The only problem was that it spoke Spanish. Maria wrote down the Spanish and English words that I needed, like Delete etc.
What was to become the first chapter of the “Chronicles of a Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola” were typed on this foreign computer (later I purchased a computer second-hand from Nigel at work).
Our weird relationship continued. I even gave Maria a lift to the airport when she flew to Britain to visit Corrine and then to Spain to see her folks. She was to spend two weeks in the UK and then go on to Spain. Exactly two weeks after she left, I was surprise to get a call from Maria. She had just landed in Spain and HAD to call me. Oh yes … this one was in the bag. I collected her from the airport later that month and got my first real kiss from the Spaniard. Oh yes, and some Spanish delicacies and Turrón – Spanish Almond Candy.
I was still getting dual signals, though; how much she loved this Corinne character and how horrible he was to her. Eventually I got sick of the game. Things came to a head one night at Sheila’s, and in my driveway I told her off, I said I did not deserve this treatment, bye. That was a Friday. On the Monday evening she called to say she had to see me. I told her I had an AA meeting at eight, so no go. She pleaded that she just needed to see me for a short while and predictably – I am a softy – I agreed. She must have been half-way to my place already, as she arrived shortly after that. The meeting was a bit strained and I think she felt a bit out, being in my territory, but after a big hug and a kiss she convinced me to miss the meeting and go out to supper with her instead. I had not missed a “home” meeting in three years. We went to a local Italian restaurant where she had a couple of stiff drinks and was chatting nine to the dozen about all sorts of shit, but not about Corinne for a change. By nine o’clock we were back at my place. She asked for some soft music and lit a couple of my candles. Then she told me that I was a wonderful man and that she had to have me. Two years after I had seen Evonne taking off her clothes in my lounge, Maria did the same.

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Tuesday, 24 January 2017

A Spanish Cat and the “Crocodiles”


The method in my madness was that as I could not compete on an intellectual level for Maria’s attention, I would do what these doctors could not: be a bushman. I still had a problem with the mixed messages from Maria; was she stuck on Corrine or could I make a play? I must admit that it was something of a challenge to get a doctor into my bed, and this one would do nicely.
Maria was now worrying about sleeping arrangements. Will was also dazzled by the Spaniard, but being the gentleman he was, and quite aware of my intentions, he stated plainly that he would not share his tent with either Maria or me. We were camped next to the river in a dense copse of Acacia trees. In order to see the stars, which are brilliant so far from the city lights, we had to walk up to a patch of Savannah a hundred metres or so from our camp. I left Will and Maria at the camp fire in order to seek out the Southern Cross. The sky was so full of stars that the Milky Way lived up to its name, a solid patch of light; beautiful. As I was standing there a warm body snuggled up to my back and soft arms wrapped around me; they were NOT Will’s. A sexy voice whispered in my ear, ‘It is beautiful, no?’ Oh yes it was. Maria took my hand and I pointed out the Southern Cross and how to use the two pointers to find true south. The bushveld can be chilly at night, so we hugged to kept warm. We returned to the fire and lay on a blanket by the fire: bliss. Will retired to his tent and every now and then had some comment to make. Presently, he was quiet, and Maria and I chatted.
The fear of being quick lay came out in broken English; being a gentleman, I told her I would settle for just sleeping in her arms.

The following day I took them to a dam a few kilometres up the road. The dam was crystal clear and has signs that stated, “Beware of the crocodiles.” They are not joking; having camped at this site before, I had seen plenty of little beady eyes in my torchlight at night.  Will took a photo of Maria and me standing next to the sign. The three of us walked along the edge of the dam in the long grass, looking for crocodiles or snakes. We did not see any but a lot of baby monitor lizards made a dash for the water as we passed. I devised a plan!.
On the way back I walked thigh-deep in the water while the other two walked on the bank. They were worried I would get eaten by a croc; as the water was clear and we had just walked that way without seeing any crocodiles, I thought the risk was worth it. The baby monitor lizards were back on land, Will and Maria walking just ahead of me frightened them back into the water. This gave me the opportunity to grab one. I dived at a small lizard, about 60 cm long, and caught him in the middle, not around the neck as intended. The feisty little chap latched his mouth onto my left wrist, drawing blood. Eventually, with much splashing about, I brought him to land and disengaged his jaws from my wrist. A good bit of watered-down blood was flowing and the two foreigners were impressed. No matter what I told Maria about the difference between a crocodile and a monitor lizard she was convinced I had caught a baby croc for her. Okay, okay. Maybe I did not try hard enough to explain, but my intellectual competitors for Maria’s favours could kiss my arse! That night we snuggled close and I slept well. In some areas I have immense patience.
To be continued….
Taken from: The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief II

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Monday, 23 January 2017

A Spanish Cat

I needed some companionship. This came in the form of a Spaniard called Maria. How I came to meet this her was indirectly, through Angus. When I met him he was going out with a Wiccan Witch. She was blonde and reasonable good looking, and Charmaine hated her on sight. He eventually swapped the Witch for a pathologist, from a very posh family. She, too, was blonde and pretty enough, her family were the Mitchells; her name was Bridgette. He moved into her newly-renovated house in Melville; it was completely blue. I mean everything that could be painted was a different shade of blue. The furniture was all blue, even the kitchen stuff was all blue. Angus used to invite me to the dinner parties held there, I think partly from friendship and partly because he wanted another layman for company. Instead of falling in with thieves, I had inadvertently fallen in with doctors.
One in particular became a friend. Will: trained at Cambridge University and working for peanuts at Baragwanath-Chris Hani Provincial Hospital. As the chief of gynaecological surgery nogal. But Will was a wannabe. He loved the concept of being a soldier even though the only time he fired a weapon, a 9 mm, he hated the feeling and the noise, and he hated the idea of people getting hurt. We used to meet often for breakfast at a café in Melville: the Full Stop Café. He often brought work mates: other doctors and nursing sisters. I have never met a pretty nurse, only on TV.
One day we were all sitting down to breakfast and a beautiful, dark-haired woman walked up to our table and plonked herself down, demanding orange juice and complaining in a very sexy accent about a hangover. Thus, I met Maria. Will was going on about military matters and I was sitting quietly listening, always quiet when first meeting people, with woman that attract me, even more so. And I liked this one. The olive skin, long dark hair and a Hispanic accent to die for, what wasn’t to like? She downed her orange juice and demanded food, moaning about a terrible hangover. Will was still holding court and as I was wearing a cammo cut-off shirt and sporting a military tattoo, this volatile woman zeroed in on me. She went off about how ignorant, stupid, and a few other non complimentary things soldiers, and mercenaries in particular, were. My very first words to Dr. Maria Jose Fernandez were, ‘Fuck you, don’t put me in a box.’ She got ready to leave shortly after; as she was leaving I gave her my business card and told her to call me. This did not happen. What a surprise.
One morning when I was having breakfast with Will and co. Maria arrived in much the same fashion as the last time. I told her she was very rude not to have phoned me. In her broken English and very sexy accent she apologised and I left it at that. Later that afternoon she called and asked if I would like to join her in Melville for coffee. Yes! It was a forty kilometre drive from my house but I would gladly have travelled twice as far. We met and chatted, just getting to know one another. She was in South Africa in order to give lectures at various universities, on Chemical Engineering for heaven’s sake! So she was not a medical doctor like the majority of the Melville crowd.  This clever girl had a life-time position at a university in Alicante, southern Spain. She also had a boyfriend, Corrine, in England. She was supposed to be hopelessly in love with this chap; further investigation showed it was not a two way street.
We wandered around Melville and stopped at a bar that featured a band; she drank beer from the bottle, I was on coffee. During the course of the evening Maria was dancing in her chair, very upbeat. She reached over and took my hand. Huh. Mixed signals here, what about Corrine? Never mind, this was one sexy lady and physical contact with her set my toes, and some other things, tingling.  We left in the early hours, she to a commune full of foreign doctors and me to my large house, alone. I received a hug and a kiss on the cheek, very confusing. The next day she called again, asking me to meet her in Melville that evening. We met up and Will joined us. As both of these foreigners liked the bush, I suggested the three of us go on a camping trip at the weekend. I had all the camping equipment we would need.
To be continued……..
From the Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief II.

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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

A Dangerous Encounter cont.




Shanti has taken to phoning me every day, I divide the situation, or potential situation into two modes. One is the “can’t” mode; this is where she tells me all the reasons why she and I cannot have an affair. The other is the “has to” mode; here she does not say that we might, or she would like to, she gives a whole bunch of reasons why it is imperative that we have an affair. Amongst all the chaos at the Backpackers with Jaco and his drama, never underestimate The Mexican Horse Thief ability to make his own chaos, quietly and discreetly so no-one else knows. The situation with Jaco and his woman, and then he and Anthony have repercussions, some people that were booked in for a few days leave after one.
One night Gordon picked me up in order to go to and art opening, yes, Shanti would be there, we left Jaco playing Mafia Wars.  Gordon tells me Shanti has told our friend Johan that she just wants to make “wild passionate, animal love to me”, he asks me what is happening. I truthfully tell him I do not know, flying by the seat of my pants. I asked Gordon what Johan said, he tells me Johan told Shanti to “Go for it.” I spend the evening talking to Shanti. By now the whole art crowd is aware that something is up, although Rupert seems oblivious, or just does not care.
A few days later Shanti asks me for a date.  Shanti sends me an SMS that she will be late; 5pm is the new time set. I am on a mission; I will succeed and leave this place behind me, but Shanti is a complication a very pretty one but a complication none the less. Shanti arrives in Rupert’s car. We are …uncomfortable with each other, or is it just me. We go to a restaurant; before we walk in she says how happy she is with Rupert and I am wondering if this is true, why is she here, right now, with me?  She gets a phone call, I wait. I then ask before we walk in I ask if is she going to tell me something that will make me unhappy. She says no. Nice restaurant, but we are not talking as before. Again is it just me. I give her a hug in the parking lot. It is awkward. We get back to Sunnyside. I get out; I lean in the car window and tell her there is so much I wish to say, she replies “I know.” This is bullshit, I do not like it, I tell her this.
I believe that this is the end of this… complication, not so. The next day Shanti has sent me a message, “ I like you. You make me feel alive and you are sexy. Many things I wished to say to you but could not cause would feel like I am cheating.” I tell myself, “No good will come of this Mexican.” But she is a very attractive young woman and the temptation is too much. I make it through the day with no serious disasters then a 12pm I get an SMS. “Are you awake?” Shanti. I send one back that indeed I am. Shanti phones me immediately. Long story short, she says, that she is addicted to me, she wants to just hire a room. She is a very straight forward girl! Eish. She tells me she fantasizes about me, lots of stuff.  She just can’t say goodbye. She is still in Jo’burg but has plan, when back in Pretoria, to see me before work. Finally she says, “I love you”

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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

A Dangerous Encounter







The next time I saw Shanti it was, as usual, at an art function. Gordon was the opening speaker. As soon as I saw Shanti walking up the drive I became aware that my heart was beating faster and so was my breathing. I thought, “Shit, Mexican, you are not sixteen, this girl has someone and she is twenty fucking years younger than you. Get a bloody grip man!” She walked right up to me and gave me a brilliant smile, “Hello.” Shit! Rupert disappeared almost immediately, Gordon went to check on his speech and we were left alone. We walked together into the gallery, joining the crowd waiting for Gordon’s speech. During the speech she stood just in front of me, I could see over her head. Man, I thought is it my imagination or is there that crazy electricity between us that I have only read and heard about. Half way through the speech Shanti moved slightly backward and leaned against me. Eish! When she left she gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The New Year’s party.
Shanti walks onto the roof, looking good, tight short black skirt and a blood red blouse. Oh, she does have a nice body to go with the pretty face! We end up speaking the night away, interrupted not by Rupert but by Chris! He is putting on the charm much better, I see out of the corner of my eye Gordon is having a good laugh. Huh. I am not a nice guy, I do not play nice. As soon as Chris goes to get more booze for himself, as I knew he must, I say to Shanti, “Watch out for Chris, he is a charmer, he and I have a long history. Long ago, while he was married, he fucked my wife.” And leave it just there, when Chris returns seconds later he is puzzled by Shanti’s sudden coolness. Bang, bang. That sorted I had the girl to myself for most of the evening and kissed her for the first time at Midnight.  Just before mid night there was an incident that ended up as funny but could have been a tragedy. Shanti and I were talking and saw a commotion on the far side of the roof; Angus came and called me, telling me I had better take a look. We moved to the edge of the roof and looked the five floors down. There, standing holding a bicycle sprocket with only one pedal still attached, and talking on a cell phone was David Jose, a guy I was at school with. Now downtown Johannesburg is no place for a white man to walk around alone, in the day time, never mind on New Year’s when all and sundry are drunk and aggressive.
He was surrounded by black guys but they seemed to be trying to help him. I looked at the buildings around us; Jose certainly had everyone’s attention.  A bottle from one of the roof tops crashed near Jose’s feet, he jumped and spoke franticly into the phone. Gordon standing next to me answered him. Jose was lost! I was watching all this with some interest, wondering if he would make the half block to the entrance of the studio alive or not. More bottles were being thrown in his direction and he would have to run the gauntlet, no other way out of his situation. I did not think he would make it; he was close to panic all ready. Angus came up to me and asked, “Is that not one of your old school mates Wayne? Don’t you think we had better go fetch him?” Shit, I did not think of that! I was just watching the drama, an observer. I said to Angus that this would be a good plan, told Shanti I would see her in a bit and left with Angus.  We ran the gauntlet to get to the idiot; fortunately most of the people were focused on Jose so the first few meters were peaceful. Then someone on a neighboring rooftop saw us, shouted and threw a bottle. That got a lot of other people interested in these two white boys and the bottles came down. We dodged and dived eventually getting some sort of shelter in the doorway where Jose was. I spoke to the men that were trying to protect him, Nigerians. If not for them Jose would have been dead. Now why these men would risk their own safety for a goofed out stupid white man I have no idea. Jose smokes marijuana like I smoke cigarettes; I have never seen him “straight”, even at school. His long time job at Out of Print bookshop is not too taxing so he just stays high and dabbles in his writing of poetry and stuff. We thanked the Nigerians and set off, Angus took hold of Jose and I brought up the rear, by now the rooftops and bottles were not the only problem, a crowd had gathered and a knife in the ribs was a strong possibility. We re-ran the gauntlet, now we had everyone’s attention and the bottles came hard and fast. Angus was charging very aggressively and the crown in front was opening up to let him through. We made it to the entrance and the guards quickly let us in. Made it, quick check on Jose, he was unscathed, not a scratch on the bastard.  He still clung to the sprocket and looked more goofed that he usually did. Angus and I were also unhurt, bloody miracle, what   with all that flying glass.
From The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief

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Saturday, 17 December 2016

From a Different Angle 18

While wandering around the Grasslands of Mpumalanga, South Africa, I took a day to look at a different type of grass they grow in the area. Wheat. I took a lot of photographs and made an album called Wheatbix, you would have to be a South African to catch the humour. Never mind.
While the landscape photographs were beautiful in their own right, of course I took a few, from a different angle.

 Here is but one.






An overview of the farm.








At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
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Thursday, 15 December 2016

From a Different Angle 16

Living in an isolated spot in the bush, most of the photographs I took were of the small animals that visited me. Then one misty morning my damn washing caught my eye and this is the resulting shot.






At another time, waiting for my friend that was having her hair done, pretty bored, I saw this reflection. Now most of my “reflection” shots tend to be of the reflection animals are casting in the water while drinking. Stepped out of the box a little bit here, not even sure I like it.








At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.

This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:

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Tuesday, 13 December 2016

From a Different Angle 14

We will go indoors for a change, a Catholic Church, in the neighborhood caught my attention. Quite a few photographs emerged from this mission and were used to make some Photo-Art.
The pulpit was a very busy, not pleasing to the eye, photograph but I kept it and later made the Dove of Peace for a blog article from it.













At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:

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Monday, 12 December 2016

From a Different Angle 13

Let us leave the culvert for a while and go have a look at the open grasslands, from a different angle.









At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.

This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:

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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Christmas – Marketing – Diamonds








Christmas is now pasted all over, the internet, magazines and billboards, one would think that it is the most successful marketing ploy ever. Not so. Yes, it generates more sales than any other marketing done, but is not client specific, anyone can jump on the band wagon.
I believe the best marketing ploy ever, was done by some people in my own country, Harry of De Beers. With clever use of an ancient tradition and a bit of deceit; they sold diamonds, So well indeed, that even the Great Depression did not affect their sales at all.
Here is the story:
Anthropologists have us believe this tradition originated from a Roman custom in which wives wore rings attached to small keys, indicating their husbands’ ownership.
In 1477, Archduke Maximillian of Austria commissioned the very first diamond engagement ring on record for his wife-to-be, Mary of Burgundy. This sparked a trend for diamond rings among European aristocracy and nobility.
The discovery of massive diamond mines in South Africa in the late 19th century,  for the first time flooded world markets with diamonds. The British businessmen operating the South African mines recognized that only by maintaining the fiction that diamonds were scarce and inherently valuable could they protect their investments and buoy diamond prices. They did so by launching a South Africa–based cartel, De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd. in in 1888. This was only the first step.
In 1938, with the Depression and the rumblings of war, Harry Oppenheimer, the De Beers founder’s son, recruited the New York–based ad agency N.W. Ayer to market his  diamonds in the USA, already the practice of giving diamond engagement rings had been gaining traction for years, but where the diamonds sold were increasingly small and low-quality. Not like old Harry’s. You may have heard the expression “Blood Diamonds” more recently, and the thought that goes behind that expression? It is quite laughable really. A very large reason for the Anglo Boer War revolved around the findings of a massive stone and then a large deposit of diamonds at Kimberly, South Africa. Diamonds were bloody almost from the start.
Ayer set out to persuade young men that diamonds (and only diamonds) were synonymous with romance, and that the measure of a man’s love (plus  his personal and professional success) was directly proportional to the size and quality of the diamond he purchased. Young women, in turn, had to be convinced that courtship concluded, invariably, in a diamond.
Enter Hollywood. Movie idols, the very paragons of romance … to the unwashed masses ….would give, on screen, diamonds to show their undying and indestructible love. Still photographs  of glamorous movie stars swathed in diamonds were everywhere. By now we are in 1947, and Ayer launched the slogan, “A Diamond is Forever.” Not only that, they actually arranged lectures at High Schools all around America, to convince  both the girls and the boys, that the only way to proclaim undying love was with a diamond. The bigger the better no doubt, cunning b#^*ds!
The rest as they say is history.
But the biggest con? As a lot of my friends that have been in Namibia and Angola know, diamonds, even high quality diamonds, are not rare at all.
I did not mention, back in 1888, De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd. (now De Beers), meticulously extending the company’s control over all facets of the diamond trade in the ensuing decades. That included how many would be released at any given time. Clever chap old Harry.
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Photography 101 - From a Different Angle 11

I thought I would do a  bit of a follow up on yesterdays post. As these posts are merely and introduction to the Club, sometimes they  show far too little of what is actually suppose to come across. In order to give you a better idea of the culvert here is a photograph of the entrance, and the question. Would you wade through the snake and insect infested reeds in order to see what is inside? There is a whole series of photographs that came out of doing just that!






This pipe was a lot easier to use for a photograph.. From a different Angle.








At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
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Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Photography 101 - From a Different Angle 10

Having taken many photographs of the breathtaking beautiful landscape, mountains and river above, I noticed this culvert. Just had to go down there and see things, from a different angle. This is only one of a lot of photographs I took down there.






Perhaps you have had a look at some of my Sunrise Sunsets Series, many were take from just outside this window. One evening I was inside earlier that usual and saw this:






At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
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Saturday, 3 December 2016

From a Different Angle 8

Mostly I like to take photographs in the bushveld, lots of small animals are around even when one cannot find something dramatic like an elephant. Sometimes I get stuck in the city, and one can only take so many skyline shots; then I also look for the smaller things there too.

Crates, not the most visually exciting things in the world, I know, but these caught my eye.





One day walking in a particularly ugly part of Gauteng, Malvern East, and walking down a just as ugly street, Jules Street, I was lucky enough not to get mugged and got this shot. The compacted rubbish was on the back of a truck, the colours caught my eye.






At Photography 101 we will  show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.

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Thursday, 1 December 2016

From a Different Angle 6

In From a Different Angle 2  and then again 4, I mentioned, “Piece of advice; never delete ANY of your photographs, you may take an interest in photoshop and need them one day.”
I cannot emphasize this enough. Some people, very few now-a-days, may never use photoshop, but as you are reading a blog, you are likely to be writing one, or commenting on one soon. That funny/bad photo you deleted? “Hell, it would have been perfect for…” 

The first photo is a closeup of a crocodiles tail, I must admit some of my shots have been a bit risky; but I am still more weary of a hippo than a croc.






I am not sure what I will use this photograph for, but taking my own advice I am going to keep it.



Some of the photos in this series are going to be poor quality, as they were taken with a cell phone camera, and not a very good cell phone at that! We all get those moments when we curse the fact that our camera is not with us. Or living in South Africa, it has been stolen! They are here just to show “looking from a different angle.”
A person can have the best equipment money can buy, and get a high quality, mega pixel, in focus shot every time, no problem.  But then the composition can be lousy, no matter how interesting the subject is, and if the shot is not pleasing to the eye, is a snapshot, nothing more, nothing less.
So you go learn all about composition, the “rule of thirds”, and even take it further and go for the rule of 5ths. Your photographs are now 100% better, but still not THE best.
At Photography 101 we will not only teach you the above, but will show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.

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Saturday, 26 November 2016

Rules vs Principles

Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt




Principles emphasizes: “Doing the right thing”
Rules state: “YOU WILL”
The latter statement has never and will never work for me!
My first question is, “Why?”. Then I question who made the rule?
A government? MY government!!!?
Or is it some holier than thou religious type?  Ouch!
We will not go there today.
The type of person that will follow rules blindly is the worst. Dangerous to the extreme, because even if their deep seated conscience tells them following the “rule” will be wrong, they will do it anyway.
But we are not going there either.
Where are we going?            Follow me —— >


Principles!
Principles give us a sense of direction, meaning and an inspiring cause to live for. The only way we can ever feel really happy and fulfilled in the long term is to live in accordance with these inner guiding standards. Now how do we set them, who will be our guide? The people above that make the rules? NEVER!!! Look at both groups track record. You will find every evil thing know to man committed by both. The 7 Deadly Sins are very much at home in both government and the church. Watch the news, if you have any doubt about that rather bold statement.
Each person needs to find their own principles and then try to live by them as best they can. If you include the concepts below in your principle list and are honest with YOURSELF, I assure you, you will have a hard time keeping them. Never mind, strive for mediocre success at first, then adequate and finally excellent.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act, but a habit.
Aristole


Include these concepts in your principles to live by: fairness, equity, justice, integrity, trustfulness, diligence, industry, honesty, excellence, compassion, truth to self and others, and welfare of others.
Good luck.




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Friday, 25 November 2016

From a Different Angle 4

In From a Different Angle 2 I mentioned, “Piece of advice; never delete ANY of your photographs, you may take an interest in photoshop and need them one day.”

The first photograph is just an shot with little thought other than I may use this one day. The second photograph is made from a similar shot, unfortunately the original is lost. I have since learned to make backups of my backups!





Some of the photos in this series are going to be poor quality, as they were taken with a cell phone camera, and not a very good cell phone at that! We all get those moments when we curse the fact that our camera is not with us. Or living in South Africa, it has been stolen! They are here just to show “looking from a different angle.”

A person can have the best equipment money can buy, and get a high quality, mega pixel, in focus shot every time, no problem.  But then the composition can be lousy, no matter how interesting the subject is, and if the shot is not pleasing to the eye, is a snapshot, nothing more, nothing less.
So you go learn all about composition, the “rule of thirds”, and even take it further and go for the rule of 5ths. Your photographs are now 100% better, but still not THE best.

At Photography 101 we will not only teach you the above, but will show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.

Of Interest

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Thursday, 24 November 2016

From a Different Angle 3

Both these photos were taken at a time when I was living in an extremely ugly place and neighborhood.

The first photo was taken in the semi-abandoned factory I was living in. It is one of many that I took and became a part of a collection I called “Though Dirty Windows.”

The second was taken while working on a project with my friend Tanisha, she is a photographic artist who’s work portrays man’s destruction of the environment. We spent a lot of time at one of Johannesburg’s larger dump sites. This lonely boot in the middle of the access road caught my attention.





Some of the photos in this series are going to be poor quality, as they were taken with a cell phone camera, and not a very good cell phone at that! We all get those moments when we curse the fact that our camera is not with us. Or living in South Africa, it has been stolen! They are here just to show “looking from a different angle.”

A person can have the best equipment money can buy, and get a high quality, mega pixel, in focus shot every time, no problem.  But then the composition can be lousy, no matter how interesting the subject is, and if the shot is not pleasing to the eye, is a snapshot, nothing more, nothing less.
So you go learn all about composition, the “rule of thirds”, and even take it further and go for the rule of 5ths. Your photographs are now 100% better, but still not THE best.


At Photography 101 we will not only teach you the above, but will show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.

Of Interest

Get quality back links. The Gravy Train  

Niume seems to be the best microblogging platform available at present, why not give them a try?

Short Story. The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola

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Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Photo Series – From a Different Angle 2

Some of the photos in this series are going to be poor quality, as they were taken with a cell phone camera, and not a very good cell phone at that! We all get those moments when we curse the fact that our camera is not with us. They are here just to show “looking from a different angle.”

The Barber Shop sign just caught my eye, but the dead rat I, literally, smelled out. The rat became part of a collaborative piece of art work I did with Tanisha Bhana and was shown in art galleries around the world. Piece of advice; never delete ANY of your photographs, you may take an interest in photoshop and need them one day.





A person can have the best equipment money can buy, and get a high quality, mega pixel, in focus shot every time, no problem.  But then the composition can be lousy, no matter how interesting the subject is, and if the shot is not pleasing to the eye, is a snapshot, nothing more, nothing less.

So you go learn all about composition, the “rule of thirds”, and even take it further and go for the rule of 5ths. Your photographs are now 100% better, but still not THE best.

At Photography 101 we will not only teach you the above, but will show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.
This is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.

Of Interest

Get quality back links. The Gravy Train  

Niume seems to be the best microblogging platform available at present, why not give them a try?

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Rhino Wars – A 6 year Review Series. Part IV

The original post was done on 2012/02/15

I had been reading up about the concept and then implication of poisoning live rhino's horns. I thought then it was a good plan and still do. After I wrote this article the lady that invented the means to do this successfully and I became friends. She invited me, years later to go on a mission with her. As you will read below, Lorinda Hern did not have an easy time of it.

Rhino Wars – Inner Fighting and Spencer the Rhino

I find it very sad that the very people that are trying to help our Rhino are coming under attack from other groups of people that claim that they too are fighting for the survival of the Rhino.  I strongly feel that ALL groups and individuals that are collecting money for this cause should be held accountable for moneys received and practice transparency in their organizations; and shall not remain quiet on this issue as it is as dangerous for the Rhino as the poachers themselves.
Recently a lady that has all of the above came under attack when a very tragic incident occurred, a classic case of, “ When bad things happen to good people” as far as I am concerned. She writes about the incident in the heartbreaking letter below. I have also taken the liberty of putting in a reply she received from the famous Dr. Ian Player.
Wayne Bisset.
“As you can probably well imagine, the past three nights were fraught with much reflection, a crushing sense of loss and endless “would have, could have, should have” questions. I woke up with the realization today that, if I were given the opportunity to perform this particular procedure again, there was not a single thing I would have changed or done differently. By anyone’s standards, Spencer’s horn treatment was the perfect procedure – from start to finish, everything ran absolutely smoothly; a fact to which I believe every person present on the day can attest. No less than five wildlife veterinarians, unrelated to the project, concluded that negligence or incompetence played no role in the animal’s death. Dr. Joseph Okori from the WWF and Dr. Brett Garnder from the Johannesburg Zoo in fact said the procedure was performed with great professionalism. To be honest, I myself did not realize disaster had struck until I sat down to do the media briefing after and received the devastating news: “We’ve lost him”. Stupidly, in that instant, I had an “ER moment” – I was convinced we could resuscitate our unresponsive patient with a shot of adrenalin or a heart massage… had it not been for the fact that the “patient” weighed in at a hefty two tons, I think I would actually have tried.
I have unfortunately become, from one day to the next and certainly not by choice, a rhino owner in a very unique position: I have lost an animal due to poaching and I have lost animal in an attempt to protect it from poaching. Although the emptiness and grief is the same, I am at peace with Spencer’s passing in a way I was not with Queenstown’s. You see, my sadness over Queenstown was punctuated with feelings of guilt and shame that we had not done enough to protect her. With Spencer, I am comforted in the knowledge that we could have done no more for him.
I am sure many will question the need for this procedure, and why we invited the press to attend it. These are valid questions. Some time ago, we received information that Spencer was a potential poaching target, as he did not form part of our initial treatment sample and was therefore vulnerable. We had reason to believe that he was in danger and scheduled the treatment accordingly. Such is my belief in this project, all the research we have done and the number of successful treatments we had performed previously (we have even treated pregnant cows before – all of whom are in perfect health, as well as their calfs) that I was happy to have the media attend, given that so many had expressed an interest before in seeing what exactly the treatment entails. We were certainly not engaging in any activity we were embarrassed about or did not want recorded. I believed openness and transparency about the procedure would debunk many of the myths that still surround it, hence our willingness to engage with the press.
In my mind, we could only ever have handled the ensuing tragedy by telling the truth. Although I will gladly admit that running away was a very attractive (albeit completely unrealistic) alternative as sheer panic set in. The truth is that, in this industry, losing animals under anaesthesia is not uncommon. In fact, losing humans under anaesthesia is not uncommon either. Rhinos especially, are very sensitive to sedatives and these animals are often lost during relocations, dehornings or other medical procedures. Whenever an animal is immobilized for whatever reason, the possibility exists that said animal might not regain consciousness. Needless to say, this does not mean we should no longer perform medical procedures on animals, only that we be aware of the risks involved every time we do.
On the surface, Spencer appeared to be in excellent health, and the risk of immobilizing him was a calculated one. His heart rate was monitored throughout the procedure and did not fluctuate greatly at all – indicating he wasn’t getting overly stressed. He was turned once during the procedure to ensure that he did not cut off the blood supply to his limbs by laying with his full weight on them for too long, and the procedure was scheduled for early in the morning to reduce the risk of the animal “over heating”. Spencer was darted from a helicopter and all went smoothly with the initial sedation – he did not have to be chased down. He went down approximately 6 minutes after the dart was inserted. His eyes and ears were then covered and plugged to keep his stress levels to a minimum. A DNA sample was harvested, after which the infusion equipment was attached to the horn. This device infuses all of the horn’s “tubules” with a bright pink dye (which makes it impossible to smuggle the dye out of any major port with scanning equipment) and an ectoparasiticide to protect the animal against ticks (rhinos in captivity, where there are often not many Ox-Peckers, are very attractive targets to ticks). Lastly, a tracking device was inserted and the holes in the horns sealed with an epoxy mixture. During the procedure, Spencer was shivering and twitching (called “paddling”, which is a normal response to anaesthesia) and snorting loudly from time to time, with spittle collecting in the corners of his mouth (also a normal reaction to anaesthesia). It is believed that he, for the first time, developed heart arythmia when the wake-up drug was administered, after which he simply did not regain consciousness.
It was only after the veterinary team failed to revive him that a preliminary post-mortem examination was performed during which it was revealed that Spencer had a particularly high body fat percentage. This, coupled with his age (he was in his twenties) could possibly have brought about his negative reaction to the anaesthetic. We are still waiting for the toxicology, hematology and histopathology testing to be completed by scientists at Onderstepoort and will give feedback on the results as soon as we can. However, I can categorically state that the horn treatment was in no way responsible for, or a contributing factor to, Spencer’s passing. Were it not for a poaching situation that will cause the species to go extinct between the next 5 to 8 years, rhino owners would not have to resort to counter-measures like horn treatments, dehorning or relocation (all of with involve immobilization of the animal) to keep our rhino’s safe. Even a full-time anti-poaching unit (which we also have on the property) is not a guarantee against poaching.
What happened was, and remains, a humbling experience. Bad things happen to good people all the time, and we are not exempt from our share of suffering. I am sure that we will face many vindictive attacks about Spencer in days and weeks to come. However, we shall continue the work we are doing with the same level of integrity we always have. I am happy to answer any questions anyone may have about Spencer or the treatment. We still believe that the relative small risk involved in sedating an animal versus the big risk of leaving that animal unprotected from poaching in any one way, shape or form, is a justifiable one. Insurance companies believe the same thing – they are willing to insure animals who need to be immobilized for medical procedures, but they are seldom willing to insure animals against poaching. In over 500 prior procedures, our wildlife vet, Dr. Charles van Niekerk had never before lost a rhino under anaesthetic. His sense of loss is probably even greater than my own.
Spencer’s passing is a stark reminder that rhino poaching is one crime that leaves little room for happy endings.”
Lorinda Hern.
The reply by Dr Player.
My dear Lorinda,
Thank you for your email. Nil deperandum. In wild life conservation these things happen and often for a good reason although at the time hard to understand. I presume it was the drug m99 that vet used. It is very powerful and can adversely affect the heart. This should show up if there was a autopsy. Dont give up, get back onto the horse and look at what positive can come out of it. It does bring the plight of the rhino into dramatic focus and shows you were doing your best to help the whole rhino cause. In my case it took a long time to get over the death of the rhino I darted but I learnt a lot from the experience, not the least being how mean and spiteful people can be. I also learnt who my friends were. All his encouraged me in my work and operation rhino went on to become a great success story. If you ever read my book The White Rhino Saga you will see what had to be overcome. But as Maqubu Nttombela always used to say. We are doing the work of God and sometimes (he or she) makes it hard so we can learn. He was a very wise old man I tell the full story of him in my book Zululand Wilderness Shadow and Soul.
You are doing your best and have always done so so you can sleep with an easy conscience.
Cheer up and take care;
Yours,
Ian Player

 

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Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Photo Series – From a Different Angle 1




There are most likely 1000’s of photographic clubs and photography courses available, so indeed, why, Photography 101? As I am only one of the managers of the site, I can only tell you from my point of view, if you will excuse the pun. And that statement actually sums it up quite nicely.
A person can have the best equipment money can buy, and get a high quality, mega pixel, in focus shot every time, no problem.  But then the composition can be lousy, no matter how interesting the subject is, and if the shot is not pleasing to the eye, is a snapshot, nothing more, nothing less.
So you go learn all about composition, the “rule of thirds”, and even take it further and go for the rule of 5ths. Your photographs are now 100% better, but still not THE best.






At Photography 101 we will not only teach you the above, but will show you how to LOOK, first with your own eyes and only then through the view finder. Some people have a gift, they not only think, but also see, From a Different Angle.  I believe the two are inter-related and that in order to SEE, one first has to THINK…..from a different angle. And that is what we shall teach you way beyond just the basic skills.








Photography 101 ; which is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.


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