The route I take to work means that I often pass police vehicles transporting awaiting trial prisioners from Pollsmoor to the Wynberg Courts. Usually it's a high-speed, blue-light flashing blur as they come past. This morning the van stopped at the traffic lights next to me, and I wondered where that hand's (alleged to have) been.
Originally started the project to improve my photography skills. Over a 2500 photos later it's become a personal diary. I post pictures that mark my...
