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…
Year: 2011
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
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