I spy with my little eye...a bright idea

The trees russle and sway as the river makes a way through a city filled with people on this cold winters day.
The world sheltered through curtainfall, the light etching patterns that softly fall, when the sun shines through the gray of dawn...yawning daydreams come to me.

valentine

oops! erm/^






hard hitting
gorgeous beauty
soft work
pushover smile
blindly obvious
radiant glow
turns a corner
and there it goes
turning heads every way
skirting normal, always special
always fitting
lovely glider
she can make you
catch her eye

London today... the sky looked like it would fall tossing the dry ground away in favor of the the cloud air rain. The mist is actually my resiratory filter. (condensation from my breath) . There are so many different things that you can use as a filter...from sweet wrappers off eaten chocolates( my favorite being quality street purple cellophane)to vaseline...(never tried that though...) etc


Ok...here goes...Backstreets play hide and seek...The buildings standing together against the cobbled streets as they wind through the maze of dirt and memories...You're still here, when I pass, everyday the same with another sky framed. You're still here, when the crowds go away, everyone skattered, they dont remain.

between the pages - Mossel Bay

A boy at the post office on Marsh St Mossel Bay

The red light on the harbour wall of Mossel Bay

The tide pool at the point of Mossel Bay
The point of Mossel Bay



I had a book once that worn and raged on the outside did nothing to show for the pages beneath that smooth red tattered exterior. When I turned the pages a whole world came alive to me, characters, people places, stories.... I could loose myself to whole years of existence in a single day...Locked away in my room with just the noise of pages turned, with just the sound of my heart beating, with just the rustle of the curtains fluttering in the wind. But I wasn't there in that room, I was out the window carried far above the world that I knew, to the world between the pages.
Sometimes, somehow I recognise pages from my book as I walk through days...and I smile because I remember....
My world between the pages.

Consumed dream I dreamt

the field I walked and gave a hour

with lines of stem and flowers passed

ancient bird song floating through the sounds

sweet soft music

conscious ears of grass

the river floated down reflecting the sky

reflecting the trees that hung over

stirring leaves through

the current carried on my thoughts

further and further down

till the end unknown nearly drowned

and I sat down to my waiting imagination

to the beauty of the moment

captured by a thousand different endings

streamline, treebreath, skywind, birdspeak and layeredfield

all waiting

waiting for me now.

This is Sophie...she has the most beautiful hair I have ever seen. And a personality to match.... Being the oldest of five she reminds me of my sister...Actually all my girlfriends in Mossel Bay are the oldest of their brothers and sisters.
My sister in Knysna...when we went to storms river. I remember staying in this Lapa and there being no tv or radio and having only brought one of my psychology books to read...having nothing to eat by a bar of chocolate. We didn't really plan that well... But the sound of the sea just outside was amazing...oh, and it rained nearly the whole time we were there.
The red light and harbor wall from across the bay...at Diaz beach.
This is part of the redlight at the end of the harbor wall... I loved to go there and sit for hours, the sea breeze and the town behind, perched up above everything. I always imagined how I would survive if it had to be blown over by a tidal wave...If the redlight would be blown off the wall by the might of it and my body carried along with the wave or stay strong on the wall with me clinging to one of the bars for dear life. Nothing ever happened though.
The brilliant little groms, they gave the big boys a run for their money, but it was always a fight between the two groups over the best waves...The older surfers wanting the sets to themselves and respect because of their age....but it was all in good humor, I hope.this is of Saun, hes got quite a few sponsors for his surfing and could easily go pro.
Indi! A character but really good at airs like the one you see here, he's already a heart breaker, all the little girls in Mossel Bay love him, even Sophie my friend has mentioned a few times to me that she's going to marry him when he grows up...such a sweetiepie...He's also sponsored I think by Billabong....not sure.
A dreary day in Mossel Bay.
In the distance you can see the mountains of George, and then the little fishing boat going out to catch some fish.
Raoul, a good surfer...Excuse the lopsidedness I was too focused on getting my timing right I totally forgot about my horizon.
The back of a surf board shop in Mossel Bay
Another photo of Saun.....

I know you by heart
etched in summer days
whispering words
I found your smile on the back of a card
I heard your laugh too
telling tales of times gone by
painted stories as the sky rolled by
because I know you by heart