On our way to a game park in South Africa, I spotted a derelict house on an embankment overlooking the highway. My sister pulled over and waited while I scrambled up a steep hill to capture a snippet of African graffiti on either side of the crumbling doorway of what appeared to have once been a Ndebele homestead. A glimpse of the undulating mountains through the disintegrating building peeked my interest…a frame within a frame.
My photographic escapade did not come without a small price. A spill at the end of my descent resulted in torn jeans and a skinned knee. Now I can sport the distressed denim look.