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Orange River, near Globlershoop, skull in a narrow riverbed in the Boegoeberge, South Africa. African Stories: Peter Fabulous.|| Oberholzer: Isn't that what we all want ----- just to get away from it all? You know, that tree lined country lane with the cottage at the end of it? We now write our own travel blogs and digital technology enables us to all become photographers, pursuing the biggest hobby on earth. I have had quite a few requests for some photo-tips. For those with cameras attached to their cell phones I say ----- Google it. For the few still left with lenses that fit onto camera bodies, I'll just give one tip, illustrated through a simple story. Yesteryear I found myself making camp along the Orange River, South-East of Globlershoop in a narrow riverbed in the Boegoeberge. After a small supper, with twilight hugging the harsh landscape around me, I surveyed the nearby area in search of ‘found objects' or in French ‘Objet trouvé'- anything that the river had thrown out, nature had abandoned, or the sand, trees, and rocks had arranged pictorially. So here's the tip: With intense observations and continued visual searches, images often appear from out of every-where. If you look hard enough, images are found all around, sometimes where you least expect them. Even without a camera, try to conjure up pictures along the way. Practise mental photography. In the cracked mud of a riverbank, I found my friend called Peter. I tell you, this guy is fabulous and glows brilliance. How come? --- because he told me so. I can't reveal his full name because you might want to get some genius rub-off. Man-oh-man, the man has a weird intensity about him. His dark eyes are set deep and too close together beneath a heavy brow from which a long gargoyle nose hangs with purpose. Photography can only articulate its visual information when lines and shapes are in some form of balance and co-ordination. Your history of art teacher called it composition. So there I was, all alone, laughing at something found, designed by nature itself. That night when darkness flooded my sandy riverbed, I wrote in the fire lit sand. Here are some of the Peters that I could remember ---- most of them famous and one, evil personified..(Saint Peter the Disciple. Peter Pan. Peter O'Toole. Peter Paul Rubens. Peter Sellers. Peter Gabriel. Peter the Great. Peter Sutcliffe. Peter Fabulous.) (KEYSTONE/LAIF/Obie Oberholzer)