The weekend becomes quite uneventful, when your husband is sick (it’s not quite the man-flu but the next worst thing…). Thus I spent my weekend reading and playing with some shapes in the water.
Day 34 – Splot in a jug
When the sun is setting, between dusk and darkness, there is a moment when the light turns blue. And the world stops for a heartbeat.
The weekend becomes quite uneventful, when your husband is sick (it’s not quite the man-flu but the next worst thing…). Thus I spent my weekend reading and playing with some shapes in the water.
As days get shorter and mornings crisper, I miss Finland. And not only because it is spring there… The autumn colors in Finland can be magnificent. But there is beauty in African autumn too.
With all the fancy trinkets in the kitchen, there is still nothing that quite brings the same joy of cooking as a good mortar.
While we were on holiday, the winter sneaked in. With the change-of-season flu going strong, cup of tea and fire are the perfect way to end an evening.
Ever since we had our own resident Weaver bird in our previous house, they have been among my favourite birds. There are few things more entertaining than watching them weave their nests. This one was clearly a top-notch builder, as he seems to have attracted a girl as well.
Breede river is an amazingly beautiful area. With the ongoing drought in the Western Cape, it is like a little oasis in the middle of desert.
I’ve been playing around with long exposure photos a lot lately. With the help of Robyn, Bradley and two flashlights, we created some intresting effects in the dark.
River, boat and the ‘Alligator’. That’s all.
For this Easter trip, we stayed at a farm, with a whole range of animals from bulls to monkeys to meerkats – and even a coyote. Merlin’s favourites were the ducks (or the alpacas – it was a close call). Merlin was definitely not the duck’s favourite.
Breede river is far from Johannesburg. It is almost 1,500 km away – to be exact. And that is a long way to drive.
To get to Breede before dark, we started driving at midnight. At first light of the day, out little first class passenger (the only one in the car with his own bed available for the trip) was already well used to the rhythm of driving.