There is a gentleness in the way this apple is being held. A man named AJ slowly enjoying the fresh crunch. A droplet slides down the shiny green skin, in juxtaposition to the oil stained tarmac. Dripping. Dripped oil black: a clear opposition to the bright white glare of the rocks. Yet, in the background we see tyre tracks. Made at a local mine, the photograph of rocks shows the remnants of toil and labour – digging into the rich history of mining on which a great deal of the economy of the Republic of South Africa was built. The rocks and stones are strangely balanced and somehow serene: a rarity in the chaos of a mine. Further, we are reminded of the glare of limestone that blinded prisoners on Robben Island during apartheid and the importance of both light and vision in photographic practice.