Friday, March 09, 2007

One morning in Rietvallei

Where the streets have no names...


through a portal of mattress-springs (...here be dreams)


skip around the arrogance of cauliflowers...


and the colours will not be still...


stuff your fists into your ears.


It is now that you must hear through your eyes.

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(Elliot Mlalazi's nursery in Rietvallei ext1, West Rand, Johannesburg)

13 comments:

deadcrab said...

Ahh Rietvallei...Seems like just yesterday that it was but a mere twinkle in some skwatta's eye...how she's grown!

::: SPEEDY ::: said...

any one has directions to this place? Id like ot visit it on my trip.

The K-man said...

Shows what can be done with a little hardwork, determination and vision.

SA RULES!

mazozo said...

Impressed i am. Aspire i must. Beauty in squaler. Determination in hopelessness

Much Respect :)

Priya said...

natures beauty against the human beast... ja...

bibi-aisha said...

It reminds me of the guy who built a lil garden,beautifully, on a corner near marlbaro. My brothr took pics,n soon after,we saw his talents hadnt gone unnoticed by others.he appeard in the newspaper n was given a good job.its not our circumstances that define us,but what we do with it

Bilal said...

welcome to joburg- the hub of african business!

taqdeer said...

Indeed, if we water the flowers, they will grow :)

Very nice :)

Sofi said...

very beauitful :)

kimya said...

wowie! these picks are beautiful :)

hmm.. im thinking fieLD trIp :P

Moe said...

flower power!

Nazreen said...

Kewl ...

Fatima said...

I love how..in the midst of poverty ... of so-called "3rd world" status, something so beautiful can arise.

I also love your attached poem that blends so well with the pictures :)

(that's the last time I rely on my rss reader to pick updates from your website..it always lags :/)

Profane. Profound. What's your poison?