The gold mines among which I had grown up in Randfontein on the West Rand were dying. One after the other shafts were being sealed and headgears and magnificent steam hoists oxyacetylened for scrap. A compound for Black miners became a hospital for the insane. I ranged the length of the Witwatersrand, from Randfontein to Springs, photographing the death of a culture. In collaboration with Nadine Gordimer, this became an essay of text and photographs, The Witwatersrand, a Time and Tailings, published in Optima. In the goldfields of the Far West Rand and the Free State, new mines had opened. I photographed in some of them and from all of this grew a book, On the Mines with Nadine Gordimer, published in 1973.