The Road to Kirkwood

3.5.2017

Outeniqua, pass, mountains, 4x4, south africa It was 05:00 when I loaded up my car and made my way to Camps Bay to pick up Chad. I had barely slept and we had an entire day of driving ahead of us before we would reach Kirkwood. The guy at the Engen made us two coffees while we searched the store for snacks. Most road trips being like this. An anticipation of adventure if you will. Or just the excitement of leaving routine behind. It’s only after the first three or so hours have passed that you start feeling a bit lighter. When the landscape goes from suburbs, to mountains, to fields as far as your eyes can see.

Missing: New York

20.4.2017

A photo of a woman, michelle viljoen, street photography, black and white, nyc, New York I’ve been back home for a couple of weeks now, but it feels so much longer. It feels like New York was ages ago. I miss the cold streets, the walk along the Pulaski towards the 7 train. I miss the banter with the guy at the bagel shop while he makes my standard morning order. One everything bagel, toasted, with a bit less cream cheese than usual. That’s how he remembered me. The foreigner who asks for less cream cheese.

After Dark – NYC

8.3.2017

NYC, Streets, photography

You know those days where you have so many things on you mind and you try to put them down on paper but they come out all muddled and nothing sounds right. Well the last couple of days have been like that for me.

Ground, Words and Photographs of People

7.2.2017

I woke up early with the idea to get loads of work done, and then mid-morning, just before coffee o’clock, I got punched in the left eye by one hell of a migraine. Fast forward a couple of hours later and there I was, waking up from death and the day was basically done. Life can be such an asshole sometimes. So what can I do half dosed up on migraine meds? Write. Kind of (with the screen brightness turned all the way down). Or I guess we’ll find out.