Rain didn’t stop the rush of movement downtown, where Sam’s Café never closed and the “Kim!” store sold stuff…
South African countryside: it was hard work, but it was THEIRS
The fall of Apartheid was a godsend.
Waiting for Irene
Irene was never late.
South African joy
Granddad woke us up early every morning, as early as a sparrow’s fart, and he always had a big smile…
Zululand dusk, the colors overwhelmed, the upcoming dance noisy and exceptional. That was once my home.
Cabin all those days back
This is where she lived those early days, when the flowers bloomed fresh and large.
Hewey strumming old Sally
Hewey brought out the old guitar Saturday nights, when the crickets sparked into song and the kids curled up in…
The aqua world shines
The street noise at my window was a constant reminder that just beyond the glass lay a city of colors.
Portrait of Meg, Cindy, and Teddy
In another world, they called them young ladies. Here they’re called rascals.
The night before
She moved with fabric-free blue gentility, this noble soul — and her eyes reflected mine.
Il ristorante di Roma
Those were my sassy days, when I ran free and spoke a thousand languages.
Zulu girl in South Africa
I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we…