Category: Visual Journalism

Colours of Marrakech

Colours of Marrakech There is something fascinating about the way the Moroccan sky meets the ochre silhouettes of Marrakech’s buildings. As the placement of the sun changes during the day, the intensity of the contrast changes too. My favourite contrast-time was the early afternoon on days when the sun shone bright and soft clouds made the sky look…

The Way We Move

The Way We Move (1) Have you ever wondered who inspires the people who inspire you? When I think about inspiration, my friend, Daryle Locko comes to mind. This article is about him. Daryle radiates creativity, for anyone and anything has the power to inspire him. When he sees a beautiful leaf or overhears a…

BE RIGHT BACK

By Luis Garcia     Camels at a local safari camp in the UAE are taking a break from carrying people all day. While camel riding itself is not inherently unethical, many camels in the region endure much stress as they are forced in unfavourable conditions despite having to deal with hordes of tourists eager…

Reciting Society

By Wiktoria Pawlak A human who wanted to live in a safe reality created a superior structure that we now call a society led by specific laws, about which not only Fussel in ‘Uniforms’ speak but also Rousseau in ‘Social Contract’ and Gombrowicz in ‘Ferdydurkę.’ Uniforms aren’t just particular to the military. Each of us…

Male Friendship

By Heleen Vanagt We come across many friendships in life. Some of them come very naturally to us and others take a bit of effort. Girls compliment each other while drunk in a bathroom and are suddenly besties. Guys talk once for two minutes and can bro out for the rest of their lives. Solidifying…

What Salmon Teaches Us about Connection

By Friederike Uebel   Another week of pondering on the impermanence of life and the interconnectedness of all things goes by. Through life’s up and down’s I find peace in this knowing. Trusting that there still are more interwoven relationships keeping another in check, than we are collectively destroying. I am thinking of how silly…

Wildflower

by Boudica Gast   Wildflower – there are wild things around you a tangle of thistles and a web of thorns now you can’t go outside, like the gloom-monger warns well, what do you know? now you can’t get your space to grow between the growing gloom of the claws and the fangs of the…

Quartered

Boudica Gast One two three four. Off you peel some more – strips and stripped, and I’m stretched naked across your scorching Framework spears splinters into my flesh. Below A bellyless pit, boundlessly slender, and I can’t stand! – to see you To smell and summon and receive your charade. One two three four. Flaky,…

The Floods of 1953

By Boudica Gast On the 1st of February, Zeeland remembered the Watersnoodramp (‘flood disaster’) of 1953, which reduced many villages to nothing and killed more than 1800 people. Sadly, I noticed that not much attention was given to this tragedy at UCR. I think it’s important that we understand how devastating these floods were to…

Cold Water

By Boudica Gast   I wrote a poem the other day on the occasion of me and my friend sitting hungover like a pair of idiots on the pavement in the rain. Elliott was just in front of us, yet we didn’t get up and find shelter there. We stayed just where we were, cold…

On Autumn

by Boudica Gast Autumn has recently arrived, and it’s heralding its own advent with deteriorating weather, balding trees, and shorter days. Some people welcome the change, others would rather immigrate to an island in the Caribbean (I’m 100% Team Tropics). Inevitable as it is, the third season of the year has always been a vague…

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