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there is more black in the dark grey this morning, as I rise and step out from my quaint cottage and into a comforting warm air
a silent debate in my head still undecided of today's dawn adventure. a rally between Kalk Bay Harbour somewhere and Sunrise beach... it will come to me.
and it does, I knew it was Sunrise Beach, but was hesitating to trust in my knowing little head whisper due to the darkness and wonder at any light. but still I head off to Sunrise Beach, joining the traffic snail up and down Ou Kaapse and through the circles of Muizenberg workers
somehow beach with out wet toes doesn't seem to qualify as a beach 'lopie'. frozen or sand crusted, feet must meet waters edge with camera in hand and then all feels well with the world. and this morning is no different. a long story of beach spreading thin on either side, a sneak of sunrise camps over the mountain waiting for to hit this mercury glistening beach.
no one around for the first 15mins, just my spirit and the family of birds, playing and saying their peace to the rising sun. walking legs in distance too far to wait for. I feel it, that feeling that is the reason this has already become a friendly habit to my days. a quiet and unaffected beauty, baron of stresses and messes, freshness and may morning bite. I shiver with pleasure and with cold and know that again, this is the home of my soul.
beach medicine taken and almost ready to go, a friendly-as-always early morning walker enquires with his eyes as to the spring in my step and the lightness of time which flies. he greets me with questions and drowns me with smiles and heads off into the dunes one with his nature. a glimpse of an image that has to be taken, into the zone and gone within seconds............. and a knowing smile that that was the shot (thank you)
there is more black in the dark grey this morning, as I rise and step out from my quaint cottage and into a comforting warm air
a silent debate in my head still undecided of today's dawn adventure. a rally between Kalk Bay Harbour somewhere and Sunrise beach... it will come to me.
and it does, I knew it was Sunrise Beach, but was hesitating to trust in my knowing little head whisper due to the darkness and wonder at any light. but still I head off to Sunrise Beach, joining the traffic snail up and down Ou Kaapse and through the circles of Muizenberg workers
somehow beach with out wet toes doesn't seem to qualify as a beach 'lopie'. frozen or sand crusted, feet must meet waters edge with camera in hand and then all feels well with the world. and this morning is no different. a long story of beach spreading thin on either side, a sneak of sunrise camps over the mountain waiting for to hit this mercury glistening beach.
no one around for the first 15mins, just my spirit and the family of birds, playing and saying their peace to the rising sun. walking legs in distance too far to wait for. I feel it, that feeling that is the reason this has already become a friendly habit to my days. a quiet and unaffected beauty, baron of stresses and messes, freshness and may morning bite. I shiver with pleasure and with cold and know that again, this is the home of my soul.
beach medicine taken and almost ready to go, a friendly-as-always early morning walker enquires with his eyes as to the spring in my step and the lightness of time which flies. he greets me with questions and drowns me with smiles and heads off into the dunes one with his nature. a glimpse of an image that has to be taken, into the zone and gone within seconds............. and a knowing smile that that was the shot (thank you)
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