I think the final image of a book is incredibly important. It anchors the narrative, but should leave the reader questioning its role in the work. These are the last two photographs in the most recent version of the twist of a knee. Even after countless hours scrutinizing these pictures, somehow they still resonate with me and I can clearly remember the moments they were made. I, however, can’t remember seeing a flower at night. As children we collected the seeds of the Coral tree (Erythrina), to which this flower belongs. We were told that the ‘beans’ brought luck when kept close; I grew up knowing the tree as a Lucky Bean tree. Maybe some luck is needed when making photographs or finding love. An old friend and his partner touch in the waters of Grey Dam, one of Grahamstown/Makhanda’s dwindling water sources and one of my favorite places to visit when at home. This is a tender moment in a body of work that could be read with an unrelenting harshness.