Sunday, 10 November 2013

Homecoming


It's a humbling thing, the great joy of waking up on a Saturday morning after traveling and having these massively affectionate boys so happy to see me.  Delightful morning light, day without work and school
I asked them to put their heads close together so I could take a picture, Aiden's hair tickled Ev's cheek, delighted giggle
Taken by Jordan I think - much later on Sunday afternoon at the slipway.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

A together picture


Vadertjie

a terrible shadow cast

For Chris - borrowing some space - hoping it cools your eyes


Horses to water - though increasingly trained

I like the softness of the tones that this camera produces, they are cool and calm, which belies some of the tensions, but feels easier to me.

Always, thus far, more readily committed
The translation of this gesture is "see, I've done it with minimal effort"

Rugby Sunday at King's Park

Ev scooting along with a DA Pirate in pursuit ("I hate the Pirates"  Hate's a strong word Ev.  "Well I really don't like them" OK)

Aiden running at the line (on this occasion successfully as it turns out). 

Saturday, 2 November 2013

US Office in Charlottesville Virginia

I've often heard South Africans say of our country that it is "the most beautiful..." in this and that way.  I can't see any point in doing that. There is a very great deal of beauty - and I don't really travel to places for eye-candy as such.  Simon Oz has showed me pictures of Alaska, Iceland, New Zealand and no doubt a few others, which are shatteringly beautiful.  It seems that it is better to abandon any nationalist project and just open the eyes.  These are photos of our head office in Charlottesville in the US.  I was just astounded by the raging beauty of it all. 

This is our building, on the right, number 560
Just the other side of the parking lot, a lawn-wide avenue, wild autumn leaves
Across the road you can disappear into the woods; fantastic colour and perfume, detail and light; leaf-carpeted path
Fabulous to experience an autumn's ochre