Posts Tagged ‘Hannelie’

Namib se lyf

Die harde skoonheid van klip en sand in die Namib deur Hannelie se lens

Namibian Holiday 2017

Klip, soos n oopgebreekte lyf wat wegsyfer in die sand

Namibian Holiday 2017

Blinklyf onder die genadelose son

Namibian Holiday 2017

Duin en boom en berg, en die belofte van water in n droë pan

Namibian Holiday 2017

“To live life with integrity is the thing. And the purpose of art is to support that endeavour.” Enrique Martinez Celaya

Namibian Holiday 2017


Namibian Holiday 2017

Namibian Holiday 2017

It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won’t stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple.” Annie Dillard

Namibian Holiday 2017

“The sacred relationship with this moment flowers when we are not asking it to be other than it is. Then the beauty blossoms” Adyashanti

Namibian Holiday 2017

Namibian Holiday 2017

“I wish to speak a word for Nature, for absolute freedom and wildness, as contrasted with a freedom and culture merely civil – to regardman as an inhabitant, or part and parcel of Nature, rather than a member of society.” Henry David Thoreau: ‘Walking’

Van tyd tot tyd moet mens n klip kry om op te sit, of n bos of n woestyn om in te gaan loop, weg van die stad se geraas, sodat jy weer mens kan word.


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Winter in Kanada

Terwyl ons hier braai onder die Afrika son, is dit winter in Kanada. `n Baie koue winter.

Snee 1

Tenminste het hulle hulle sin vir humor behou, ten spyte van die koue.

Sneeu 3

Hulle meer lewensgetroue weergawe van ons stokmannetjie prentjies op ons voertuie.

Sneeu 12

As `n fietsryer vir een oomblik stilhou is dit verby met hom.

Sneeu 13

Bevrore Karwassers is n algemene verskynsel. Hulle ontvries eers weer in die Somer.

Sneeu 31

More is expected during the day!!

Intussen in sonnige SA


skyn die son en wei die beeste rustig in groen weivelde

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Fotos van die rivier deur Hannelie.

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Sy is nou klaar, gereed om teen `n muur gehang te word.


Daar is net een monster, my kind

versteek in sy baie name

Hulle roep hom Realiteit en noem hom Waarheid

Hulle noem hom die lewe, my kind

Daar is geen plek waar hy jou nie sal vind.

‘n Lewe is ‘n kersvlam in ‘n vensterbank

‘n droom : ‘n seepbel, ‘n ronde weerkaatsing van kleur

op ‘n spatseltjie nat.

Waarheid, my kind:

son en wind.                                                                                        Nov’95 Marli

Die foto moet nog `n Prentjie word.

Reaper Man

 thinking happy thoughts

while we are sinking into darkness

so shall it be

as he said on to them;

my children flee into the light

for the darkness warps the soul

laugh at your own mortality

for only you can die

no angel can ever call my name

for I am death

and you the dying

slow forever slow

to grasp the meaning of my gift

for on to you I give eternity

I give you reason

I give you fear

but also love and understanding

for you are the children

you are the seekers

you turn the world against itself

twisting truth until only I remain

for I am truth and lie

I am your eternal shadow

the ghost beyond your reach





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En nou is sy ook famous!!

Hannelie by die oubaas die dag met sy verjaarsdag.

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Tears of Joy

Tears of joy

Enter the freak show

With earthly peals

Of maddened laughter

They bring in the dead

Past weary priests

With bloodstained hands

The dead march

Doomed dammed


By a faith never abandoned

Never real

They grin in maddened anguish

As they race ever forward

Towards a promised lie

Hannelie 2009

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`n Gedig

Freaked out

You hold your hands outstretched


What do you see in his eyes


Don’t you understand

He’s not there

You wait hands clenched


What do you feel


You don’t understand

He is not there.

You don’t waiver

Not one moment

is trust broken

Not one moment

love denied.

You don’t Understand

He is not there.

Silence ripped apart

Just for a moment

you smile

You did understand

He was there


Hannelie 2009

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This is my voice

  This is my silence

My echo of sins

I have a list of redemptions

A list of fears

A list growing longer

And I disappear

 Bewildered I no longer

Gaze beyond this silence

 Silence of body

Silence of soul

 I reach beyond

And find nothing to hold

 Sweet is the tear

Shed for a moment

 Dark is the joy

Lost for a lifetime

 This is my plea

My silence my



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