It feels different somehow. Johannesburg. It's been years since I've been here but I used to live next door in Namibia, and so South Africa was a destination for conferences and vacations. Everyone talked about the violence back then. About the gated compounds and safe rooms and car jackings. There was a kind of tension in the air -- a low level alert, a static electricity that wouldn't go away. As my cab driver pointed out, Those years right after apartheid we didn't know each other. We just assumed about each other. And what we assumed wasn't good.
That suspicion, that worry, that constant looking over the shoulder seems to have dissipated. It's easier now. There's more mixing between people and colors and neighborhoods. Everyone says, Oh, it's much better now. Much better. And it seems, really, to be.
I've been working and working. But a few photos I've taken.
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