©Copyright DAY11 Glencairn Beach, Cape Town
Well it's becoming a challenge. Not only this morning to get outta bed at 6am on my day off, but because a few days have been light-disappointing and thus shot-disappointing.
Today I was even thinking as I drove thro the charcoal skies.... Perhaps I should make it 21days....
I know where I go today, without a seconds hesitation, it's going to be Glencairn today. Easy ride over a busier than normal road thro the mountains.
Nothing..... Well no light. Nothing...
But also so much more. It's the company of the empty beach, the harmony, the eco beauty still in form. A magic u cannot imagine without feeling the calm composed desolation with life buzzing around us
The train drivers whistle with their cranky machine... Little do they realise this tiny person in a giant jacket is 47:) but hey whistle with yr train gear... Maybe u just chasing away the seagulls
The clouds split- like peas coming out of a pod. And suddenly it's there boasting at me from around the grey. The glimmer of light.. mirror miracles on wet sands.
Ok I am still here.... Ready to change the rules one minute. Absorbed in the magical dawning world the next....
Ok I am still here...
Well it's becoming a challenge. Not only this morning to get outta bed at 6am on my day off, but because a few days have been light-disappointing and thus shot-disappointing.
Today I was even thinking as I drove thro the charcoal skies.... Perhaps I should make it 21days....
I know where I go today, without a seconds hesitation, it's going to be Glencairn today. Easy ride over a busier than normal road thro the mountains.
Nothing..... Well no light. Nothing...
But also so much more. It's the company of the empty beach, the harmony, the eco beauty still in form. A magic u cannot imagine without feeling the calm composed desolation with life buzzing around us
The train drivers whistle with their cranky machine... Little do they realise this tiny person in a giant jacket is 47:) but hey whistle with yr train gear... Maybe u just chasing away the seagulls
The clouds split- like peas coming out of a pod. And suddenly it's there boasting at me from around the grey. The glimmer of light.. mirror miracles on wet sands.
Ok I am still here.... Ready to change the rules one minute. Absorbed in the magical dawning world the next....
Ok I am still here...
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