For Obie Oberholzer Every Picture Tells A Story. And Sometimes, Just Sometimes, He Wonders How It Played Out

Parting Shot

Dear Merina and Elanie, I am writing to you 24 years and four months after I took this photograph. It must have been early January 1994. Some of those moments are dusted and faded, but I remember that I saw your holiday house from the main road when driving through Betty’s Bay. It stood out, almost strangely magical, like a little child’s doll’s house in a fairy tale. Heavy, grey clouds were sliding in from the ocean and the occasional dabs of sunlight made it the prettiest of scenes. Chocolate boxy?