66, Cape Vidal

66, Cape Vidal

No, 66 Cape Vidal is not an address. 66 is the age I turned yesterday; Cape Vidal, or somewhere like it - open skies, wide open spaces, carefree and at ease like the geezer with his fishing rod - is where I should have been on my birthday. Needless to say, I wasn't. Just another [...]

Pied Avocet, Marievale

Pied Avocet, Marievale

I like the harmony and balance, the silent concentration, in these photographs of pied avocets with their swooping bills wading in the waters at the Marievale Bird Sanctuary. Time for a break, I thought, in the Spanish series...  

Blacksmith Plover

Blacksmith Plover

From photographs of birds, taken during my recent field trip to the Marievale Bird Sanctuary, this blog will see a change of scene, to our travels in Spain - but only when we are back, Rob and I, towards the end of September, from Andalucia and Madrid. Meanwhile here is one image - a blacksmith [...]

Against the light

Against the light

From the corner of the hide, you looked out across the water, directly into the light, where the coots were squabbling and giving chase, and I knew at once that this was an image made for black-and-white. I took several photographs, aware of how tricky the light was, and struggling with the heavy lens to [...]

Various Moments

Various Moments

At the Bryanston Organic Market, these bees seemed to take seriously the organic, back-to nature meme, crawling all over the sticky cakes; in the Company Gardens in Cape Town, a seagull taking flight unsettled the classical stillness and calm of the lily pond and fountain; Rob at the Tuinhuys gates (the Tuinhuys is the official [...]

Impotence and Gasworks

My wife said, on reading my Last Post, 'It looks like you're telling the whole world you're impotent. And you're not.' Bless her. Impartial, naturally, and blunt (Polish Catholic American Canadian), I have to agree with her. There is no impotence here. Impotence is absent. But let me tell you what there's lots of - [...]

Two guest rooms and a washer

Two guest rooms and a washer

Reflecting on the indignities and rewards of middle age, the American author David Sedaris (I got this from the FT) writes, 'Yes, the washer on my penis has worn out, leaving me to dribble urine long after I've zipped my trousers back up. But I have two guest rooms.' And I think, as 65 peers [...]

Cheetah hunting – twenty one images

Cheetah hunting – twenty one images

We spent about two hours, I guess, that bright winter morning in Madikwe, waiting our turn to see the two cheetahs, and then moving with them, in careful stages, as they worked their way through the tall grass in an easterly arc around the flank of an approaching herd of grazing zebra. It seemed at [...]