The country has been busy these last days and weeks with the unedifying spectacle of Jacob Zuma’s slow prying loose from the carcase of the state he has so wounded and savaged – there will be a collective sigh of relief once he has gone, and not much sympathy, either, when he is finally hauled […]
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 […]
Picture of the day…
I have a bazillion Thomas images of course, but this one, you might say, is a little more ‘off the wall’ than usual. You might not like it, but I do. I will post more – and more ‘normal’ – photos in due course.
A couple of months ago I posted a blog, with photographs, of the Winter Sculpture Exhibition at Nirox, in the Magaliesberg, a lovely spot folded into the hills about an hour north north-west of Johannesburg. Just two or three weeks ago we were back, this time for the Nirox Jazz Festival, a harbinger of Spring, […]
We are back from our week away in the Natal Midlands and the Drakensberg – got home last weekend, in fact. I have since been down in Cape Town on business, and because Wednesday was a holiday, was able to take my mom out to a rather fabulous lunch at Cucina Labia in Muizenberg, the […]
From last weekend, Sunday – three pictures of wee Tom Tjasink, my grandson, aged 2 months.
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, […]
Thomas Blake Tjasink was delivered safely into the world today, into the joyous arms of Kathy and Gareth. The universe has smiled on my first-born daughter and her husband at last, after so much heartache and disappointment – and I, silly me, have tears of joy and gratitude in my eyes as I write this. […]