Words and photos Tess Paterson
It’s late spring in the city of gold. True to its contradictory nature, Joburg has announced the season in a mash-up of charred veld, fading wisteria and braai smoke. In the greening man-made forest, plane trees discard their pollen, a potent brew with all the dust and the bone dry air.
Words and photographs Tess Paterson
We're kyaking across water so compellingly turquoise, it feels a bit like a Greek island. One small difference is that we're on...
Words and photographs Tess Paterson
It's dawn in the Sabi Sands and the winter sun's nudging the horizon. At Dulini Leadwood Lodge, tracke...
Words and photographs Tess Paterson
We're queuing for a take-out coffee on the main street of Brattleboro - a southern Vermont town on the Connecticut River. Way ahead of us is a teen with spiked ...
Words and photographs Tess Paterson
Like so many print journos, magazines were my happy place for over two decades. It was the only realm I wanted to work...