Liefling*

Taken by my mom in the '80s. This is my grandfather. 

Taken by me, last year. My gran. 

I like how the images somehow are similar and yet almost 30 years apart.




Gé Korsten's Liefling. I knew I was not proper Afrikaans (even with the farm-photos) when I heard this for the first time last year at a wedding and everybody else knew it like it was the National Anthem.

Moria

The old farmhouse was built by my great-grandfather in the 1930s. No one lives there now, but it is always an experience to return and be confronted with a silence that cannot be felt in the city. Moria has no electricity since when in the 1990s the houses in the area received electricity somehow the family decided against it. On the one hand it is irritating because it makes it a lot harder to keep the house standing without being able to use electrical tools, but on the other hand it is quite a refuge in a world controlled by speed and technology.

Plaasuitsigte

To the left the moon is retiring, to the right the sun is rising. This was the morning we left the farm.

Tomorrow we return home :)