©Copyright DAY9 False Bay, Cape Town
bliss... being out with mother nature and her stormy erratic nature is both a blessing and a blasting, happily spent with her either way
dark mountains and mist blend with dark roads and haunting walkers, headlamps and footlights amongst the smarties of headlights of oncoming traffic
making my way to kalk bay harbour again, it beckons its sultry mood to my camera's eager features. just one solitary fisherman out casting his line, legs hanging over the wall and glimpsing his sense of time. it was a hope to capture is silhouette against the only beam of light, but the lack of enough casts its shadows on my light. we chat a little, I walk on some further, scoping the landscape and talking to the birds
Jonathon and company eye out my pacing, twitching and ready, a nervous flapping, a moment's escape. his human friend, the one who walks with me, Jonathon the seagull is a long time old friend. they flap and they hop along the hopscotch they spot, watching me cautiously, sensing my plot
kalk bay, some sleeping, the training huffing and creeping...
the smile of my face holding firmly my mornings simple stories...
bliss... being out with mother nature and her stormy erratic nature is both a blessing and a blasting, happily spent with her either way
dark mountains and mist blend with dark roads and haunting walkers, headlamps and footlights amongst the smarties of headlights of oncoming traffic
making my way to kalk bay harbour again, it beckons its sultry mood to my camera's eager features. just one solitary fisherman out casting his line, legs hanging over the wall and glimpsing his sense of time. it was a hope to capture is silhouette against the only beam of light, but the lack of enough casts its shadows on my light. we chat a little, I walk on some further, scoping the landscape and talking to the birds
Jonathon and company eye out my pacing, twitching and ready, a nervous flapping, a moment's escape. his human friend, the one who walks with me, Jonathon the seagull is a long time old friend. they flap and they hop along the hopscotch they spot, watching me cautiously, sensing my plot
kalk bay, some sleeping, the training huffing and creeping...
the smile of my face holding firmly my mornings simple stories...
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