This weekend was crucial because it was my grandmother’s 81st and I had committed to attending church on Sunday morning.
It’s 7 am on Sunday morning and I’m going through old photographs waiting for my ma. We have to arrive an hour early so she can pray with the women’s group before service and this gives me time to set up my gear and test the light. Last night on the radio they warned Capetonians to stay indoors today as a nasty cold front and storm was brewing. But the storm is beautiful. Bringing a pink hue over the morning with dark grey clouds swishing above us and rain starts falling as we enter the church.
My gran enters a private backroom with the other early birds and I am reminded that I haven’t been given access to the things I’m trying to capture, yet.