I love paradox - that seemingly contradiction in terms, but which expresses a true and intrinsically part and parcel of life. It cannot be anywhere as obvious as observing the current destruction to reconstruction frenzy in Cape Town. Hardly a single block exists that bark out the noise. The difference between these two contractory actions are often blurred. My camera also loves how these structures become the structures to provide anchor to street rubbish like ever present plastic bags. The stormstrong South Easter-wind, that has given birth to mother City also be known as the Cape of Storms. Plastic flags that proudly proclaim the victory of pollution?