All posts by Glen Fisher

Writer, photographer. Education and skills consultant.

Clarens

Like the weather – rain coming down in a steady deluge today in Johannesburg and Pretoria – the last few days have been full indeed. Thursday, Jonathan and Hayley and grandson Gabriel arrived in Joburg after a stay in Cape Town, with my mom in tow, a few hours behind Hayley’s parents Mike and Karen, who had arrived overnight on a flight from London. Friday morning we were on the road to Clarens, a charming little village set against the backdrop of the Maluti mountains, in the Free State, and the next few days were filled with family time, which […]

Travel musings

I have written before about Laurens van der Post’s birthplace, Philippolis, in the Karoo – I mention it in fact in the ‘cover page’ to this blog, under the headline, ‘Beginnings’ – the place where I nearly was born, and nearly wasn’t born at all. I refer to this again only because it was, I think, the last stopover that Rob and I made, back in 2011, on our final road trip to say goodbye to South Africa. We drove through the Karoo, as one has to, and I took only a very few photographs, perhaps because I didn’t want […]

Fair winds from the Cape

Because I have just, literally, arrived back at our house in Johannesburg, and because I have been away in Cape Town since last Tuesday evening, and because I have not had chance to process any of the photos I took – not that I took too many – of the newest of my three grandsons, Gabriel, or of his parents Hayley and Jono, all I will say for now is that the little lad is a delight: alert, engaging, blue-eyed, a wriggler, and doted on to distraction by his adoring mum and dad. Pending Gabriel pictures, here is a last […]

The President’s Keepers

‘The President’s Keepers,’ by Jacques Pauw, published by Tafelberg, has caused something of a sensation here, not least because of government’s clumsy attempts to suppress it – the best publicity that Pauw and his publisher could ask for. Copies of the book have sold like proverbial hot cakes – I had to place a copy on order, and picked it up at Exclusive Books in Hyde Park yesterday. I have hardly been able to put it down since. Apart from anything else, it is damn well written – fast-paced, vivid, more best-selling thriller than sombre analysis. And yet the story […]

Paternoster

With Rob safely and warmly (well, warm indoors I guess) back in our little house in Marchmount Road in Toronto, my thoughts somehow turn to our last days here, back towards the end of 2010, when we had packed up our home in Johannesburg and were¬†doing one last road trip to say goodbye to South Africa, before the big move to Canada, where I would descend into Pearson as a landed immigrant, and set out on the road towards becoming a Canadian. One of the last places we stayed before our departure was the little fishing village of Paternoster, up […]

O Canada (again)

On the first of the new month Rob leaves (again) for Canada, this time for three weeks, to take care of our house in Marchmount Road – essentially, to rent it out, now that Eve and Shaun and little Joshua have moved to a house of their own, and to see friends, take in an exhibit perhaps at the AGO, breathe in the Canadian air and, perchance, get a taste of early winter. Our house here in Joburg will feel empty without her, but with the year just galloping along, in no time she’ll be back, followed closely by Jonathan, […]

From Parkhurst to Kalk Bay, a non sequitur

We had barely taken our seats at Coobs in Parkhurst last night when a seeming explosion rent the air, as if from the street two feet from the patio where we were sitting. Moments later the sky opened up, torrential, rinsing rain emptied the sky, the wind grasped the trees lining the sidewalk and shook them. Meanwhile dinner was served, platters of confit duck legs and pan fried duck breast with Asian salad for both of us, which, accompanied by a bottle of Vergenoegd Merlot, were pronounced delicious. Think of it as a gift from Nora, our friend in Vancouver, […]

Weekend special

Ahead of schedule, here is the weekend post – another half-dozen images of young Thomas Tjasink. Family pics, to be sure – but I was trying, also, to show there is something both monumental, and tender, about being a parent, and about being an infant – a moment that is both infinite, and open-ended, yet concrete and immediate.