Last week I adventured to Pretoria to do an illustrating internship, and I was blown away by the beauty of Pretoria’s skies, streets and speeding lights. From every window, the world looked like a canvas of colour and life. So I tried to find the stories in the series of scenes and capture the colour with a camera.
This story begins at my bedroom window in Grahamstown, where sunrise is adorned and adored, and the sky glows with golden blues.
After an eventful and entertaining morning, we finally made our flight from PE to OR Tambo – Nicole, Shannon and me.
I was entirely entranced by the first sunset, and every evening after that.
On the same evening, I saw a pink orb sink into a silent sky.
The shades of orange, brown, black and light were truly glorious.
The sky was an organic roof, watching over a speeding world.
I was working at a publishing house in the busy and bustling city.
The drive home was particularly perfect because of golden suns and glowing strangers.
Not a voting line, but certainly waiting for something to change.
Even the trees reached for the splendour of the sky.
“I swing both ways And I always choose safety”
Another pink star settles in the dust.
Street lights, traffic lights, head lights, alight.
Speeding stars following lines of street lights and disappearing into another horizon.
Irene was lined with lovely trees and homes that hold hands and hearts.
It was somewhat exciting to be part of the colourful traffic (and e-tolls).
Who could paint a prettier patch of air?
It looked like heaven had fallen through the clouds and landed somewhere else.
Walking, driving, lost in the rain.
The street art brought the landscape to life.
When it rained, the trees looked like skeletons in the grey sky and watered drops were perhaps more beautiful than sunshine.
The sign over the road reads: “The greatest glory in living is not in never falling but rising every time we fall.” – Nelson Mandela
Carpets of clouds trapped the sky and wrapped the horizon in highlights.
Streetlights and raindrops look like shattered and scattered stars in a beautifully blue sky.
All but one soldier of light stands to attention, bright and white.
How many shades of blue, white and grey create the clouds that watch a single day?
As an adventure draws to the close, the windows change shape and I move along a different road.
Instead of looking at the sky through a window on a street, I look from a window in the sky down to the streets, sea and greenery.
The streets and skies of Port Elizabeth are silently pretty and stories still fill the frame.
After airport traffic, along windy roads and past wind turbines, we return to little Grahamstown and our corner of the Eastern Cape.
And so the story ends, with eyes facing forward and moments remembered in captured photos.