in the waters at Hout Bay
My small aim and shoot camera is ill. in fact she can’t open her eyes for me to be able to capture some of the beauty and excitement around me. and, apparently, she is unfixable. Heartsore, I’ve been looking back at some memories she captured in her ‘hey days’. It’s odd because I consider myself a writer, so was amazed to see how much time I had actually spent taking photographs. They’re wonderful memories really, captured in each shot. Here are some pix depicting scenes of Cape Town.
Above is a small village called Hout Bay. The pic was taken one day midweek when a dear friend Franci, also a writer and artist, and I went on a photography excursion there – he with his smart camera and me with my little ‘a and s’. It was a cloudy day, and if remember correctly we had our umbrellas with us. It was such fun ambling over rocks and exploring pathways we hadn’t seen before. He also bought something called ‘bokkoms’ – it is fish left out to dry, i cant say i will ever eat it again.
- camps bay beach with Lion’s Head mountain in its sites
This shot above was taken during an early morning walk on the beach near my home. It’s beachtime for dogs as you can see with the couple to the left and their poodles. Lion’s Head, the mountain said to resemble the animal, is in front. When the mist covers Lion’s head you know a cold front has arrived or is coming. Lion’s Head also has a great walk to its top. There are full moon walks up the path. You have to be relatively fit as it is quite uphill, and at a certain point you basically have to climb via chains to get to the very top….but the ultimate prize is the view from up there.
Below is a sunset pic of the sea at Paternoster, a far point on the West Coast. My dear friend Brenda and I had packed her car, and all our creative gods and goods, for a weekend of tapping into our creativity, and a spot of healing. We arrived at our magic little home for the weekend, kitted out with paints, books, our cameras and pens. One of the first things we did was go for a walk on the beach with our cameras, to capture some of the beauty around us. For some unknown reason i think we were both going through some or other heartbreak. We’re not anymore – we’re all right now.
- Paternoster beach, sunset
flowers in spring on the West Coast
In September the flowers start blossoming on the West Coast. This pic was taken after the September bed of flowers had already been made, so not nearly half as many flowers as there usually are.
My friend Graeme, his dad Hymie and I took the drive out on this day. It was in the middle of the week. Hymie had cancer and treatmennt hadn’t worked. He wanted to go and see the flowers, so we all packed into Graeme’s four wheeler and drove down the West Coast.
We stopped at a small town called Yzerfontein on the way and had a small meal. I remember Hymie insisted on paying for it. Later we started seeing the flowers. We got out of the car and Hymie, who earlier had been telling us of atrocities he and his family lived through in the concentration camps in the Second World War, put his hands up and smiled: “such beauty, such beauty”, he said. Later that day I passed him a small notebook I always used to ask people I did things with to write in. He wrote: “Viv, don’t forget me, Hymie”. I haven’t, Hymie. I hope you are resting happily in a field of flowers wherever you are in Heaven xx