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Coriolistic Anachronisms | A photography blog oscillating between New York, Vancouver and Cape Town, gathering HDR photos and jotting notes along the way
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The Long Flight from Freedom

Let us not forget this beautiful prawn rocking horse

As modern South Africa mourns her father and leads the world through an unprecedented mega-media, uber-political and cheesy-flashy ride, and while Marie momentarily stays behind in the beautiful land of fynbos, I am now flying home to Harlem to tackle reality, trying not to forget…

Godspeed Madiba

Nelson Mandela has finally found peace. Will his country ever follow?

South Africa was a late discovery for me. Back in the days when Apartheid was in full swing, I remained blissfully unaware of the struggle and names like Pretoria and Soweto were parked deep in my ignorance alongside places such as Beirut, Phnom Penh or Chernobyl….

Strange Signs

The first of a short series of posts highliting South Africa's unique road-side signage

There have been fewer and fewer leopard toad attacks on humans since the signs were put up. Still, we roll our windows up when driving through the area. And I love the ideograms on the SANParks signs; one should never walked behind a group of…

Constantia Flowers

After a complicated Harlem immersion, South African flowers are a sweet relief

This is just a knee-jerk post as beauty is everywhere. Needless to say there will be more. I have been stalking my chameleon, and am hoping to get some flying done, weather permitting. Stay tuned. As reported by Dreamer, I seem to be having an…

Running Home

Battery Park to Harlem, one way

With a longer commute to Harlem, I find myself arriving home later than I am used to and often having run out of steam. Since steam doesn’t do me any good and an after-commute jog has become less practical than it was in Brooklyn where…