It says: “UNITA. We want. Because.” Was there more below? I didn’t check, didn’t even see the wall, fascinated by the bullet holes. Was the…
Artwork Category: Photography
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Through the Window by Don Pinnock
Something had happened. One had a broken heart, the other was strong and supportive. Maybe. I was on the balcony above, not planning to intrude.…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – White Out by Don Pinnock
Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Wall in Ruins by Don Pinnock
Graffiti, like rock art, gains power in overlay. You have to read it bottom to top. Last in: Jews and Junky Funky kids
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Eye in the Sky by Don Pinnock
What you can’t hear in this picture, because pictures speak on silence, is the blare of Brazilian soaps beaming down from the sky into dozens…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Abandoned Chevy Biscayne by Don Pinnock
In the empriness of the desert plains the cars of the settlers, running from the liberation army, gave out. The settlers walked south, through the…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – T-shirt Houses by Don Pinnock
I asked why their home was so pretty. They said it was because the shirts were all different colours. “They were donated to keep us…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Wild Fire by Don Pinnock
It is intimate and universal. It lives in our heart, in the sky. It rises from the depths of the substance and offers itself with…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Cape Town by Don Pinnock
“Everything that comes of morning undoes itself by nightfall… sun sinks away, sky bleeds, passes out, goes dark, nothing exists.” – Barbara Kingsolver
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Blurred Spiral Staircase by Don Pinnock
To walk and then stand in the centre of a spiral is a spiritual exercise for centering consciousness. We seem to pass the same point…
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD – Beside the Ornage Tree by Don Pinnock
