With the next installment to The Namaqualand Bloom likely delayed until after Christmas, I’ll try and post casual glimpses of this and that in the meantime. Below is a very average picture of the view down the East River on my current run home from 34th Street. I have now traded the Hudson waterfront for…Details
Those of you reading this blog on a semi-regular basis will have guessed. I find myself quite busy these days and experiencing a serious shortage of a quintessential ingredient to blogging: time. Between the holidays, approaching like the light at the end of the tunnel which one knows all too well to be a train,…Details
Nieuwoudtville is a quaint, otherworldly little town sitting squarely at a biased crossroads in the middle of immense fields. The main artery is the very ordinary R27 leading inland from semi-coastal N7, up the escarpment, across the border between the Western and Northern Cape provinces and into the Karoo proper, towards Calvinia. At about a right…Details
Morning came, light slowly oozing into our tent’s quiet darkness. The wind had long exhausted its last breath and with that, new weather had moved in, warm and cloudy, casting a pale veil over the land. I took a thirty minute round-trip walk down to the park’s ablutions block, lucking out as the sun briefly dashed out of the cast to…Details
But, for now, I am trying to shake a cold loose and get a hold of my runaway time and spirits.
This was shot on Tafelberg Road at the foot of Table Mountain, Lion’s Head is in the background.
Growing up in the south of France, I think I might have taken flowers for granted. As a kid I never doubted their supremacy and thought they were as intrinsic a part of nature as clouds and oceans. Québec, I knew, mostly lacked said flowers, but I assumed that was an exceptional stigma brought on by…Details