Hello,

I want to see if this is possible —

I have less than 24 hours to move a way to be from psd to a full fledged application (ux+ui).

If I do get it done — I am doubling my hourly rate, ma'fra!

1ove, w/w/w.

Hello,

so much to do, not enough energy to do it all.

1ove, works.

Hello,

If my spider-senses are correct — are they ever wrong — today is my Grandma's birthday.

she is eighty four — to this day, she still embodies the true meaning and spirit of love, compassion and wisdom.

She is the love of my life.

1ove, family.

Hello,

I am at that exciting but scary moment when I have re-launch a website — a way to be — in a few days.

1ove, fear.

Hello,

Odd. I have nothing to say, strange. It could be this strange weather Johannesburg is spitting.

1ove, silence.

Hello,

It has been awhile since a posted these types of photographs.

Winter sunsets in Johannesburg are something special, although, summer one are still much more awe inspiring.

1ove, rhythm.

Hello,

Life slowly becomes meaningless when your love project (this thing you are looking at) gets no love.

one must learn to return to the source, the well, of being in love with what one does.

1ove, returns.

Hello,

As we set sail,

… i am excited from the idea that in a few hours i will be in cape town for a few. something 'bout that city inpires life.

1ove, cape town.

Hello,

bridges have burnt!

( shot by Puleng )

1ove, change.

Hello,

bridges are burning!

( shot by Puleng )

1ove, change.

Hello,

My favourite track right now is "One of these mornings" by Moby, which samples the words,

… one of these mornings, it won't be very long; they will look for me; and I'll be gone." © The Caravans / Walk Around Heaven All Day

1ove, repeats.

Hello,

another month passes, but to time, nothing has changed.

1ove, moves.

Hello,

Something strange is going on with me, I don't know what it is, but I like it. It could be the fact that I am no longer a child,

but a man.

1ove, grows.

Hello,

…its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me." — Nina Simone

1ove, begins.

Hello,

Ma'fra,

If I could relive my life again, I'd change everything, there is no way I am going to relive the same shit, fuck no.

1ove, knowledge.

Hello,

Today marks the 11th year of running this photo-journal. Through it friends were made, friends were lost but moments remain.

Thank you for the love, respect and friendship we have and we've had.

1ove, grows.

Hello,

I am failing to understand why we are so obsessed with the idea of loving one specific person for the rest of our lives — worse, we spend most of our lives searching for this one singular person. When, in fact,

If you were to look back at your life, say 10 or 20 years, how many things did you truly love that you now don't; how many ideals and principles did you hold to be true but now found them to be false; how many places and spaces brought you absolute joy but now they don't? clothes? food? drinks? friends? enemies? family? lovers? habits? objects?

It is an absurd and strange, human construct this thing we call love — I guess, it is true that it is irrational.

1ove, moves.

Hello,

I read somewhere that one must constantly empty his cup — if you want to taste/try something new — one has to make room for newness.

1ove, beginnings.

Hello,

I think so, or should that be, I hope so?

1ove, Tsholofelo.

Hello,

I am either going to throw it all away or I will build an empire, as the cliché goes:

… there is a fine line between madness and genius.

1ove, wars.

Hello,

… the roots was right, why does it have to be a fight to the finish?

1ove, struggles.

Hello,

How yáll feel ou there? You know the drill:

its friday, get drunk and get laid.

1ove, returns.

Hello,

I feel, much, much older this year. Maybe that's what 35 years is supposed to feel like.

1ove, ages

Hello,

… the more focused I get the less I share publicly.

1ove, lurks.

Hello,

I am embarking on a road that has been traversed by many, but rarely by me. It will be an odd, difficult time, but I look forward to the fork in the road ahead.

1ove, evolves.

Hello,

this is day one — how many years lived matter?

1ove, ages.

Hello,

Today, marks the birth date of my sister — there aren't enough conjugations of words that can express what she is to me. The only word that gets close is:

everything.

1ove, tsholofelo.

Madume,

… this weight, is."

1ove, destiny.

Hello,

It has to be absolutely annoying to hear a man talk about what he wants to achieve but never does, but keeps repeat the same rhetoric.

Story of my life.

1ove, rinse.

Hello,

Yes. I haven't posted anything in a long time. I haven't shot anything in a long either.

1ove, ignites.

Hello,

I suppose, explaining my absence has become a running thread huh. I am not doing very well, spiritually. Trying to find the counter balance to unhinged my soul.

*whatever that means, it feels to be the best explanation I got.

1ove, eludes.

Hello,

Has it occurred to you that our state of being is survived by hope?

Always hoping that what you put in now, today, yesterday will amount to something, something of value, something good.

A strange way to live, I think. But, what else is there?

1ove, dreams.