©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...

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DAY6 Simonstown Harbour, Cape Town

Its a later start to my working day this morning, only need to be there by 9am, so can venture a little further from home, do my sunrise clocking and still get to work on time. I wake knowing its going to be Simonstown Harbour this morning

Now enjoying the stealth walk to my dark car in the dark mornings, well after the now usual head talking to I have to give myself to get outta bed and on with it...

passing kids and parents on bikes with headlights, out early along the common, smiling at the family and their ducklings starting their weekend in splendid style

I set off over a favourite drive - Glencairn Carriage Way, in a hope and glimmer of a mornings capture. never quite sure if I will succeed each morning, in finding a view of interest or a stream of light enough to expose enough to see something in the grey. but its part of the challenge I enjoy. to make something that sometimes appears as nothing and feeling that moment when the picture I want appears for me momentarily to cash in stone

The birds are all blurred this morning, flying so fast past the masts, they are not possible to stop in mid air for them to appear as they are - feathered form in flight from dawn

the docks are quiet, only lights on here and there.

my heart is at home out here on a roam, feeling a peace that settles and calms...