"Com grandes poderes vem grandes responsabilidades"
Hoje o mundo perde um de seus maiores ícones. A alma por trás de quase todo o universo Marvel.
Obrigado por tudo e descanse em paz.
Don't look away // M: @olajaniaak
So, I already posted the b&w version of this shot of @olajaniaak back in April. However, I thought it would be fun if I colorized it as well and yeah, I hope y'all like it!
Estão preparados para começar as fotos desse ensaio topissimo com a @gabjeronimo ?
Eu simplesmente adorei todas as fotos desse ensaio, vai ser até difícil escolher apenas algumas para serem postadas aqui!
Vale lembrar a todos sobre o Projeto Fotográfico “Self Love” que eu estou iniciando, caso queira saber mais sobre basta ver os meus stories ou me chame na Direct!
If you have ever visited the San village at Grashoek, I am sure you met Lasa.
I have long wanted to head back to the San so after stocking the bakkie, it was straight up the N1 towards Grashoek.
After the long drive & feeling weary all I wanted was a feed & a drink. I rolled out a bed roll & lit the fire.
As the kindling crackled into life I heard a rustle in the bushes around camp. The sound of an arm pushing through dry Mopane leaves stole my gaze from the growing flames.
The few swigs of beer I'd had was doing its job, but when I turned around I instantly though I'd had a lot more.
Standing before my friend Morne & I was Lasa. She was lucky to stand 4 foot tall, her big toothy smile beamed at us reflecting the fires light. If she had not start clicking in her natural tongue I would have thought it was a dream.
I did not speak San, nor did Morne. Lasa waved on in a friendly manner before pointing to the fire. A game of charades had begun.
We motioned for her to sit, she was happy to stand.
We offered her a drink but she still stood, all she did was smile.
Morne & I looked at each other before turning back to the fire, Lasa by our side.
The second we both stared off into the flames another San appeared.
Was this fire creating San each time we looked into its flames?
The new arrival smiled on as we waved back. He greeted us the same. I now dared not look back into the fire.
The new arrival then spoke in Afrikaans breaking the night air, at least now we could actually talk.
Not speaking Afrikaans I let Morne do the talking. The conversation went on as Lasa & I exchanged further smiles.
Finally Morne told me that Lasa wanted to look after us. She heard us come from far away & wanted to give us wood. She wanted to welcome us but knew not what to do. We had come so prepared, so she just stood & stared.
We thanked her for her thought & said we would be fine, if she really wanted to help, she could sit, relax & join us for dinner.
That night started a tradition that carried on that week. Fresh wood was bought each evening as well as Lasa's smile. Each evenings stew was dished out, letting Lasa know her generosity had been worthwhile.