Another Potpourri of Photos
Some may make your eyes bleed, so proceed with caution if you’re a purist. No one can accuse me of having found my ‘style’, or my rut, as I prefer to call it.
Flamingo, shot through some reeds. They (whoever ‘they’ are) say, as with sunsets, don’t take photos of flamingos- it’s passé. I’m guilty of both.
‘n bietjie barok..
Scaly creature giving me the stink-eye... A bloukop koggelmander, aka the blue-headed tree agama (Acanthocercus atricollis).
Damn, this fine EF 150-600mm lens doesn’t fit on my new second-hand camera.
Often, visitors to the seaside are requested to bring home a container of real seawater.
In some South African cultures, the sea is revered as a sacred space connected to the ancestors, embodying the wisdom of the past. In traditional Zulu culture, for example, seawater holds various significant values, the most notable being its consumption as a purgative to cleanse both body and spirit of negative influences. TMI, but it induces vomiting and diarrhea, purging the body of impurities.
“Drinking it is like being reborn,” said a seawater seller. Yes, there’s a small industry of seawater harvesters; bottled seawater fetches remarkably high prices in Johannesburg, Bloemfontein, and other inland cities.
“All the better to see you with, my dear!”
Overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, with Robben Island barely visible in the distance, stands this controversial memorial to Nelson Mandela, titled “Perceiving Freedom”. This giant stainless steel Ray-Ban Wayfarers sculpture is meant to draw a connection to Mandela’s 18 of 27 years of incarceration on this island.
As per a statement by the sculptor, Michael Elion, the sculpture “links us to the mind of a man whose incredible capacity to transcend enduring physical hardship, with unwavering mental fortitude and dignity, transformed the consciousness of an entire country.”
Oyster catcher silhouetted by the setting sun..
“Ok, you’re pushing your luck now!”
When inspiration fails, a shot of ICM helps.
A bit of lowly “visual confectionary”.
This cloud..
..brought into focus. It was so hot, all one could hear was the high-pitched hum of cicadas. Oh wait, that’s my tinnitus..
Oesophagus The Great, on his Mighty Steed..
I rarely take birdie shots these days, except when I do. At a minimum, I need to see the glint in their eye..
Ok, well not always..
Shelley Point lighthouse, and the development of what is now colloquially known as Mini-Gauteng.
The biggest bike race on earth we still somewhat nostalgically call “The Argus”, from the days it was sponsored by a newspaper we used to love, before Auntie Iqbal took over, and turned it into his own propaganda machine. “The Cape Town Cycle Tour”, its new name, is such a mouthful anyway.
Abstract reflection with high noise.
I wonder what a shrink would read into my attraction to rusty corrugated iron.
A detail in b&w..
..and in colour.
A tumbled pebble on the beach, satisfying my rather naïve version of minimalism.
My utterly cute niece, enthralled by the tinsel.
Someone left the Spar and just kept walking, until the wheels eventually gave up.. :)
