Ah, broekielace! It seems to be slowly disappearing from my neighbourhood, as people put up higher fences, or scrap metal thieves cart it away. And some of it, to be honest, just falls to pieces after enduring more than 100 years of Cape Town winters.
I've started photographing the ones I find on my walks; they're just begging to become printed ribbons. I've put the first colour in my shop, with more to come soon.
They're named after the streets I found them on.