Where has this year gone? We are half way through already! I took these photos 8 months ago. I was meant to post this 7 months ago! That was my plan at least, and then 2019 happened. It’s been a busy year. I’ve had some great photography shoots […]
Lianne Ashton is an agricultural photographer based in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. She does commercial, documentary and environmental portraiture for agricultural organisations, as well as editorial work. Lianne is also the the author and photographer of the blog 'Africa far and wide; a visual journey into the Africa she knows;' featuring travel in Africa, social documentary photography and writing.
It takes courage to step into a ‘new story,’ to see the possibility of another ‘way of life.’ Meet Bladesmith Murray Roberts, in pursuit of steel perfection
I turned 40 a few months ago and it’s a fabulous thing! It’s that age where you get serious with yourself and you ask yourself some big life questions. It’s the half way mark (if you are lucky) and the opportunity to take a good look at how […]
“He saw entire villages being swept away and in just one 4 kilometer stretch, he estimated between 300 and 500 dead bodies washed up onto the road.” Thousands are feared dead.
We are the family with the cheap tents….that are not waterproof, the mattresses that are the thickness of a carpet and 2 cooler boxes that stay relatively cold for 3 days thanks to the trusty old frozen 2 litre coke bottles we’ve stashed in there with the meat and veg…
Antananarivo is like nowhere I’ve been. It’s part of Africa but it’s nothing like it. Sometimes it takes on an old European feel, with narrow cobbled streets and grand architecture that you would expect to find in France or Rome or Greece! Cuba also comes to mind, with […]
There were arctic gale force winds for 2 solid days and our flimsy tents and broken bodies could not take another assault. It was time to pack up and make haste! We left just in time. We closed the Koiimasis farm gate, and sped off down the beautiful […]
Like the wind, we heard it in the distance. The herd of horses nearby were suddenly alert, ears pricked. It got louder and louder, but it was not wind.
When I think of the Midlands Meander, I think of the people who live there – a group of individuals doing what they love to do. Many of them have escaped the rat race and have chosen to immerse themselves in what makes them most happy.