Somewhere in a small African village, a farmer toils. His weathered hands deftly manipulate his tools that caress the land producing the most exotic of produces.
Thousands of kilometres away in a small coffee shop I sit down to enjoy the fruits of his labour. The vanilla bean and raspberry sweetness strikes my palette leaving behind a crisp lingering finish. I order another..
I look up and notice a vacant space where the record shop used to be. I feel momentary loss for the departed and regret not purchasing more frequently from their analogue ‘smorgasbord’.
My attention is brought back to the items on my table.
Bulk rolled HP5+ nestles securely within my Leica M7 set to ISO 1600 to extract from my cloudy surroundings maximum contrast and speed. It’s been a number of weeks since I have intentially set out to explore my much loved backwater city. It’s overly familiar streets and landmarks ready for exploration.
I finish my coffee.
With both my camera and body fully loaded with the necessary components for photographing, I bid the baristas a short farewell and head out on my urban safari.