Month: May 2017

Sunday constitutional

I was taking my Sunday constitutional, last weekend, at the Emmarentia Dam, just down the road from where we used to live, and on my way in to the Botanical Gardens, just over the dam wall where there is a little harbour and model lighthouse, I saw yachts – a dozen or two model yachts, racing each other in the autumn sunlight, while their owners/sailors watched from the shoreline, completely rapt and intent, and content to allow me to clamber around taking photographs. Here are five images, taken hand-held with the little Leica, which I hope do something to capture […]

The moment of departure

Lost in my confusion and tears, as I processed the photos from Eve and Shaun and Joshua’s departure for Canada, was this one image. Perhaps it deserves a post on its own: it says something about the bustle and excitement, not just the tears, of leaving one home to start life in another.

The Kroukamps leave for Canada

It is hard to believe it is just on a month since my daughter Eve, her husband Shaun, and grandson Joshua emigrated to Canada. The day of departure was full of drama and emotion, as you may imagine – the hardest thing in processing these images was not getting the colour balance right, in the shade at Kathy and Gareth’s house, before we got into our cars, or under the fluorescent lights at the airport – not the usual decisions about cropping, and contrast, or black point or white point – it was keeping the tears from my damned eyes […]

The Cape, Mothers Day

I had had my misgivings, as readers of this blog will know, about the weather expected across South Africa on Mothers Day, last Sunday. But, contrary to expectation, the Cape was in glorious form – warm, bright, still, the sea on both sides of Cape Point calm as a pond, the waves turning crisply white as they reached the shore. I took my 85 year-old mom – she could pass easily for 70, and a pretty nimble 70 year-old at that – for a variant on one of our usual drives, this time over the high road above Kalk Bay, […]

Thorns, Nirox Winter Sculpture Exhibition

I was wandering around, as you know, last Saturday, with my camera around my neck, at the Nirox Winter Sculpture Exhibition in the Magaliesberg. The spirits were warm, though the day was chilly and wet, the people as varied and interesting as the sculptures, and then, at the edge of a field, near the entrance, I saw these thorn trees. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to capture them, but I had in my head the idea that they were their own form of sculpture – there was something playful, perhaps salutary, or ironic, in the concept  – […]

Nirox Sculpture Exhibition, Winter 2017

Winter it was – cold, wet, and muddy. But the Nirox Winter Sculpture Exhibition, spread across rolling fields and streams in the folds of the Magaliesberg, was full of relaxed, contented crowds – poking around the sculptures and installations, watching as their children played beneath the trees, filling up on the good eats from some of the Cape’s finest wine estates and restaurants. In warmer weather the scene must sparkle, with the late autumn light glancing off the leaves, the water in the ponds and streams laughing – but this grey day with its flat light had its own charms, […]

Cometh the Winter

The weather has turned nasty and cold, not just here in Johannesburg, where we have had thunder and rain overnight and expect a high today of 10, but across the country – rain and flooding are likely in some areas of KwaZulu Natal, Limpopo and Mpumalanga, and snow in parts of the Eastern Cape, including the Drakensberg. Still, we will be venturing forth shortly, little ten-day old Tom and his parents and I, to see what we can see at the annual Nirox  Winter Sculpture Fair – we might not stay long, but we’re going! Here to warm all our hearts […]

More little Toms from a week ago

These images may be of little Tom Tjasink, and his arrival in the world: I hope the images say something also about a mother – this mother, and all mothers – and the state of pure grace that is newfound motherhood…

First Weekday

So young Thomas Tjasink is exactly one week old today – I guess that makes it his first ‘weekday’? Or is that too weak (groan)? More to the point, here are two photos of the two clever parents, and one of the delicate hand-over of the pink, writhing bundle, still just a few hours old, from dad to mom.

Four Toms

Just a few hours into this world, this life, here are four images of little Tom Tjasink, in his proud father’s arms.