Gull and gull-ible

As you read this, Rob and I will be in Cape Town – Simonstown, to be precise – for a long-awaited grand reunion with my son, Jonathan, our daughter-in-law Hayley and grandson Gabriel. They will have flown out from London on Friday evening; we are to meet up with them, and with my eldest daughter Kathy and grandson Thomas on the Saturday.

No blogging will be done, or processing of images, so I am posting this now, with a scheduled release date of 13th April.

Gotta keep the masses happy 🙂

Oh, and lest I forget, this is an image of two grey-headed gulls at the Marievale Bird Sanctuary. They were squawking loudly and raucously, but I have no idea what the heck they were talking about. Donald Trump’s latest torrent of lies, most probably.

Ruff formation

Ruffs in formation against a blank sky make an abstract pattern, suited I think to black-and-white; but Ruffs flying low in the morning light with water and reeds as backdrop make for a different kind of image, with a different mood and feeling.

Don’t you think?

I’ll spare you the play on ‘Reformation’…

Red-knobbed coot

Spain has saturated my posts and photographs for some time now; with this series done, my eye hankers after water, marsh, sky and birdlife. So the next few posts mark a return to Marievale Bird Sanctuary, and a trawl through the images from my last visit, in November.

There are flamingoes, widow birds, ducks of all persuasions, and of course coots – the common, humble, red-knobbed coot, ubiquitous and unremarkable.

Except that these two images, to my mind at least, say more than just ‘coot’ – they say something, I hope, about the stillness, the absorption, the quiet miracle of watching another creature go peacefully about its business.