… is sometimes the desire to survive.
These are a few very moody shots taken near the Doornberg Farm cottage but which didn’t make the cut because they were perversely hiding in the wrong folder. Bad, bad, bad files! Similar posts: Cartwheels over Lesotho, Part 2 – Once Upon a Time in Nieu Bethesda Cartwheels over Lesotho – Space addendum to Golden…Details
From Beaufort West, we drove steadily east and as our morning unfolded, the Karoo’s unflinching dryness mellowed out and slowly gave way to encouraging traces of vegetation. By the time we’d reached the town of Graaff Reinet, two-thirds into our daily leg, green had appeared all around us in a surprising display of tenacity. There…Details
The newly opened Pier 1 section of the Brooklyn Bridge Park improves on the old Fulton Landing site dramatically and provides a refreshing new alternative for evening strolls and even picnics. A stone’s throw away, across the murky waters of the East River, Manhattan seems even a touch closer than it was. It’s very encouraging…Details
While New York experiences science-fiction spring weather (the actual all-time record-breaking max yesterday was 32°C – the forecast max for tomorrow: 15°C!) and we re-adjust tant bien que mal to the Big Apple, chafed by the "hum" – that constant background noise and vibration so characteristic of mega cities, but comforted by the vibrancy and…Details
The Karoo has not always been hot. Long, long ago, it lay covered in ice for a hundred million years. Then, two hundred and fifty million years before this blog post was written, the area turned into a basin and as the millennia passed, featured various water bodies, some as vast as inland seas. Enormous coal deposits were…Details