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2005-03-03 15:04 • Posted in Sketches:

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    « Magnifique saut de l’ange, terrible saut vers l’inconnu. Einstein a dit : « Au centre de la difficulté se trouve l’opportunité ». »

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South Africa, a beach

It was summertime by 33 degrees south latitude and 18 degrees east longitude, but on that day, a howling wind from the southeast sprayed the coastline with a winter coating. Sand flew, horizontal and abrasive, and the ocean was like an endless field of whitecaps, fluffy white flowers on a bed of blue grass. So the dogs played in the sand and had a blast while we got sand-blasted. But there was more in the air then just salt and sand. There was... something. And Cézanne would have loved the light.

And then there was fish & chips. The dogs got a chip each, but that’s a secret.

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2008-03-23 10:41 • Posted in Always: & On the road: & Photoblogs: & South Africa:

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  • 1 - sigrid says:

    « blown away, I am simply blown away now that I see your pics. No kidding.
    And I see one black dog but what happen to the truncated ones? Izat a special effect? héhé »

    Date of comment: 2008-03-23 12:41 •
  • 1.1 - Vince answers:

    « Blown away... Well that would be normal with the wind there was...

    And no, the dogs aren’t truncated, they are whole. ;-) »

    Date of comment: 2008-03-23 12:44 •
  • 2 - Marie says:

    « Yes, the corgies are Entire...

    ...and I want fish and chips soused in vinegar.

    Sigh. »

    Date of comment: 2008-03-23 16:25 •
  • 3 - sigrid says:

    « Entire, not truncated, I don’t know... I have my suspiscions.
    We could call them les rase-mottes? Les ventre-a-pattes? Les ventres-a-terre? »

    Date of comment: 2008-03-25 10:11 •

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