Joshua Mark Kroukamp

To my smart, beautiful, wonderful daughter Eve, and her all-round great-guy husband Shaun Kroukamp, was born on Friday, 29th July, their first child, our first grandchild – and my mother’s first great-grandchild. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a cute little face – all’s well with the world! A very happy day, much relief and delight all round – Rob and I can’t wait to meet the little fella, and to congratulate his mom and dad and give them some big, warm, heartfelt hugs. My youngest daughter, a mother….!!

Anniversary

We were away in Niagara-on-the-Lake this weekend, Rob and I (actually, Sunday and Monday) – a little getaway to mark the fact, of no global importance but important to the two of us, that it was 10 years to the day, yesterday, that we first met, in a swanky Afro-themed bar in Sandton City, Johannesburg. The relationship almost didn’t happen – but it did, and here we are, a decade later, two married old fogeys living in Toronto, to prove it. Who woulda thought, eh? I don’t have many photos – we were too busy with other things – but instead of Niagara here is a photo of some springbok, heading up from the salt pan in Etosha. Don’t ask where’s the logic – there isn’t any. I just wanted to share it.

Night photographs, Etosha

I have been experimenting, in B&W, with some of the images I took after dark, in Etosha, hoping to suggest something of the elusiveness, silence, otherness you sense when creatures materialise out of the shadows, and go about their business, before melting back into the darkness again. All of this is work towards an ‘at home’ that Rob and I are planning for the fall, when we will hold an open-house event to show some of my pictures, along with some of the artefacts we brought back with us from our trip in April to South Africa and Namibia: for those who are interested, there will be items for purchase. More importantly, however, there will be wine, and snacks, and an opportunity just to say hi, to reconnect, to chat and relax and enjoy the last of the late summer. Here are what I think are the two strongest night images, so far.

Family Updates

Kathy (my eldest daughter) just promoted Associate Director at Khulisa Management Services and, just invited by the Department of Peformance Monitoring & Evaluation in the South African Presidency, to join a panel of 13 other evaluators to help design the 2o17 national evaluations Eve (my youngest daughter) continuing to make progress on her PhD while preparing to present our families (ours and Shaun’s) with (in our case) our first grandchild, due 3 days after my birthday, on 5 August. A Leo!

A visit to Motown

You know that dream where you are about to sit for an exam, and you realise you haven’t been studying – worse than that, you realise that it’s maths, or chem, or even worse still, you don’t actually know what subject you’re writing? Well, there’s a variant on that nightmare, which is where you realise that your students are about to sit for their exams – and you haven’t actually been doing any teaching: you haven’t been in class, you haven’t marked their assignments, you haven’t prepared them at all. This must be a throwback, I think, to my guilt at having been such a poor teacher – and let me tell you, the ‘teacher’ nightmare is even more scary than the nightmare of failing. So I rolled out of bed this morning – Rob is in Halifax, away on business – feeling a little bruised and discombobulated – in no fit condition to take anything meaningful forward. Instead, here

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Rhino

We are off to Detroit in the morning, to spend the weekend with my favourite sister-in-law – Cindy to her friends, but Cynthia to her sister. I thought – considering where we are going – I should leave you with a photo, as I will most likely be maintaining radio silence until we are back home after the weekend. No, it’s not Trump – it’s about as good-looking, but it’s a helluva lot smarter. It’s a rhino, heading down to the waterhole at Halali in Etosha, Namibia, for an after-dark rumble. Which about fits the bill, doesn’t it?

The Canada Day Weekend

Just so you know, the two photos below have nothing to do with the content that follows. I’ve included the photos, taken in Etosha, for no more reason than the fact that I have been having another trawl through my images, to see if there are any good ones there that I might have missed. It’s my blog, right? I can do what I want with it. So, ahem, we had a good Canada Day long weekend, eh? Yes? Everyone? Canada Day itself, the Friday, played itself perfectly. We had been planning a braai, or barbecue, so of course it rained like stink for much of the morning, and into the afternoon also. But then, just when I needed to get the fire on, and get my famous Cuban-style dry-rub pork ribs going, the rain cleared and the sun peered through clouds and everything turned hunky-dory. Boyd and Joanne showed up, the wine bottles were opened, the conversation flowed, and

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