A couple of days ago, as I roamed the streets of Johannesburg in search of subjects and stories, I came upon a group of young black men.
 It appeared they were having a picnic which is not something you see every day. These guys were all youngsters, I don't think any of them is older than about 22.
 I stopped to chat - something just six months ago I would never have contemplated doing. You see, back then I'd have figured we'd have nothing to talk about. After all, where would a middle-aged, conservative, white guy and a bunch of black, urbanly-sassy youngsters find common ground?

Suspicious

 By nature we'd be suspicious of each other, each wondering what the other's agenda was -- or at least that's what I would have thought.
 But starting the JoziFolk Photo Project has forced me to engage with people I would previously never have and the experience has been, quite literally and without exaggeration, life-changing for me. Every day that I conquer my fear of speaking to strangers, my life is immeasurably enriched.
 And so it was that I struck up conversation with these young men. They are so like my own sons it is uncanny.
 All are busy studying for an IT qualification and all have big dreams and are optimistic about the future. Most want to start their own business somewhere down the road and want to travel and see the world.
 But what surprised me most is how every single one is dissatisfied by the current state of the government.
 "This country will be great when the thieves in power are locked up or thrown out," one said, to loud cries of agreement from the others.
 I shot some pictures, jotted down comments and captions, shook their hands warmly and left, feeling a lot more optimistic.

Keep an eye out for the pics I shot. I'll be posting them in the next week or so.