Full moon

The full moon in Sea Point, Cape Town, this morning. The photo was taken by my friend and Cape-based technology journalist Andrew October.

Roof top market

Sitting at an A-class coffee bar in the heart the Rosebank market watching this incredibly textured world go by; that's amidst multi-coloured pickles and curries, cheeses, soaps and curios.
Still wearing my summer board shorts and t-shirt, I know this warm autumn's days are numbered.
Happiness nevertheless.

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Check die Boer (by die Wimpy)

A Boer and cappuccino... it's a Malema dilemma.

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The Edge of Today... Cape Town this morning

These photographs were taken this morning by my Cape Town-based friend, Andrew October. He took them standing near the top of Kloof Nek on Camps Bay Drive.

“The morning mist was virtually lapping at the coastline, creating a scene that made one feel that you're standing at the edge of the world. Today it made me feel that I was standing at the Edge of Today,” he wrote to me.

KwaZulu-Natal / Eastern Cape Border

It's dusk and I'm straddling the sub-tropical riverine border between two vastly different provinces.
Down below, on the river, people are in speed boats and are being towed on inner tubes. While Rome burns...

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Port Edward

Lent broken with a glass of dry red, it's going down singing hymns.
Easter Sunday was wonderfully overcast, very grey and wet. Bed was the best place to stay, especially after 8 months of relentless challenges and stress, with very little room and space to rest, to regroup.
This Holy long weekend has been just that - a respite. In grace.
Baking in the autumn, sub tropical-sticky sun I'm again starting to look ahead... and my mind is whirling. First response was fear and insecurity at the task ahead, while my second - and ordered - response was one appreciating the just how much, and the great quality, of the water that has passed under the bridge.
Sun on my skin, salt air in my lungs, sea sand scrubbing toe and feet skin... joy. Great joy. (The sexiest is the pale skin, out of bounds and out of sun sight...those stories will come at another time.)
Despite the eight month 'respite', and having produced the worst, longest and most meaningless string of words (under pressure) ever, I know that mine - in the humblest sense - is the path through the forest strewn with words.
Best of all, here on the KZN / Eastern Cape border, Port Elizabeth and Grahamstown are NOT far away. In this year I will be back...

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Chrissiesmeer, Mpumalanga

It was a rainy, misty Easter weekend morning in Chrissiesmeer. Again, other than a very quick Alice-in-Wonderland jaunt through a quaint bonsai nursery, I've rushed through this village without stopping and exploring it. Remorse.
Apparently this is an incredible wetland populated by the most amazing variety of frogs.
Not even a coffee shop was open... more remorse, but from an addiction perspective.

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