Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A pinch of salt.

While on location recces, I admit - my mind does wander. There's a lot of technical jargon, there's a lot of uhm and ahh. So I stand with my notebook making notes, and then sometimes I drift away for a while. It keeps me sane.

On the Sea Point promenade, escaping a conversation about beard shaving (note to self: dull cutthroat razor before shoot) I was very happily surprised to find a flourishing island of Soutslaai. I know it from the West Coast. Pretty soon the locations manager came over to see what I had kneeled down to photograph. Huh, he said, when I told him, and ate a leaf.

It was sunset, it was Saturday. There were still four hours to go.

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