Tokai Forest

My friend Ronelle Rust took this photo in Cape Town's Tokai Forest this morning. It was another beautiful day there. Again I longed more than I should have to be there.

Cape Town

This is an exceptionally unusual photo of area close to the northern suburbs of Cape Town. My friend Ronelle Rust sent it to me. That's Table Mountain at the back. The mountain, and the superbly moody light, made me fall into the photo...a d made me wish I was there. Instead I'm on my way to Johannesburg to collect the April edition of the newspaper from the printers. I'm very short on sleep after an intense few days....

Evening

The evening is here. I take a moment to make a bowl of rooibos tea and to give thanks, on the couch outside that faces west, for the day.
My friend Angela and her two daughters stopped in say goodbye before heading home to Johannesburg. I could sense her heart was heavy, that she longed to be staying here longer, that she was dreading Monday. Her burdens are heavy. I long for her to be free...and for her to have the strength and courage to into the abyss hot on the heels her dreams. She is a writer dying to break free... and the world can never have enough writers.
The photos were taken this morning in Cape Town by my friend Ronelle Rust. She was photographing the Argus cycle race. Both here and in Cape Town it was a magnificent morning.

Cape Argus

My friend Ronelle Rust took this photo (from the back of a motorbike) of the Cape Argus cycle race in Cape Town early this morning.
Among other things, she is a cycling photographer.
Today I long for the (more or less) southern tip of Africa; for the pungent combination of seaweed and Atlantic ocean at Seapoint, also for the cry of seagulls.

On the road

This photo was taken earlier this week (by my friend Ronelle Rust) "on the
road from Malmesbury (in the Western Cape), coming into the silos". It does
something to me emotionally...it makes me yearn for the open road and wide
open spaces. Also for the quality of light that I know is found there, also
in the Karoo.

Naked brunch

Johannesburg. Saturday morning, I'm sitting up naked (except for my glasses) in bed with my laptop on my lap and a mug of good, strong coffee on the small wooden table to my left. I'm working on the content for the November edition of the newspaper. Despite my lack of attire (it's not even my birthday), an unshaven face and out-of-bed hair, I am officially on deadline.
I watched the 20h00 screening of 'Eat, Pray, Love' in Sandton last night.
After reading the book the movie disappointed me. I felt bored and restless
at times, and I expected extraordinary cinematography because the three
destinations - Rome, India, Bali - lend themselves to it. But there was
nothing exceptional about it at all.
(This photo was taken from the back of a motorbike by my Capetonian friend,
Ronelle Rust, on the road between Cape Town and Riebeek West. She is a
cycling photographer... and a physiotherapist.)
Happy Saturday.

Below the lighthouse, Mossel bay

To soothe me today, and to put out all the fires, this atmospheric photograph was taken just below the St. Blaize lighthouse in Mossel Bay by my friend Ronelle Rust.