Nothing But A Fisherman's Dog

There is one topic in South Africa that is hard to avoid.

The fishermen, the fishermen's fish and their dogs

No, he is not hurt, just dirty

The fishermen and their dogs are a secret society

And usually there is more than one of them

There is a very fine thin cord woven between the fisherman and his dog

And it extends further out to the sea

So, the fish is hooked to the fisherman ( even if it i still swimming happily in the ocean) 

and the fisherman is hooked to the dog

so the dog is also hooked to the fish

The fish feels the fisherman and a little bit the dog,

the dog feels the fisherman and the fish,

the fisherman feels all three of  them !

Symbolically spoken

Don't know if you understand

This is a complicated matter

not easy to explain

But go and see for yourself

My Big Brother

I spotted him from far but I knew immediately it is him

My bigger brother

God, I was so glad to see him

It's been such a long time

But there he was with his sweet little face

and big bright, honest eyes,

all dressed up

smiling back at me

Oh, my beautiful big brother

I do love you very much

Dance With Your Brother When The Sun Goes Down

Once upon a time, my younger brother Chris and me in Holland at the beach

Practising the " pas de deux " while the sun went down and bathed the sky in a mother of pearl shade.

In ballet, a pas de deux (in French steps of two) is a duet in which ballet dancers perform the dance together. It usually consists of an entree, adagio, two variations - one for each dancer - and a coda. We did them all.

Ever since and wherever we are, and if we are together, we dance when the sun goes down our own pas de deux.

He is a special bru..

From then to today, he invented himself over and over again

and took everything a step further.

Friends

There is the possibility that you reach a point in your life, that many others have reached before you, where you might think that companionship and friendship are more important than love.

Butzi

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Butzi on the catwalk

is my friend's cat

16 yeasr of age

white as the snow on the peaks of the Alpes in Switzerland

and one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen

except Lucinda Engele of course............

The Scottish Family

Seeing this young family with their four children walking at the beach made me think of my grandmother's wise but nevertheless often unexpected exclamations:

" Where there are two or three, there can be always one more ! "

One could truly feel the love.

The Blonde And The Blue

A while ago I saw a young father at Bonza Bay beach with his blonde twin boys.

It was a super super beautiful and cute sight - the blonde and the blue - so I could not resist to do a small secret photographic portrait of them.

The father and their nanny definitely had all four hands full

There was a great deal of practice involved - to get a good slide downwards done.

encouraging hand-shakes were exchanged every time before the challenge

Down, down , down and once succeeded - up again it was!

Hard work indeed !

My First Friend

That was the first time ever when I asked someone to become my friend and I remember it clearly. At the age of two and a half the perception and understandiung of the difference between diverse and unique life-forms is amazingly not very profound - which is a beautiful thing in itself because it allows for simple communication. But since that time I like very tall people with a wide open face and a broad grin.

My Companion

You might have noticed a slight change in scenery lately. After 5 years in Africa, without having been to the Old World, I spent a holiday of six weeks in Europe. 

One week and one day for every year spent in the South. 

This was my beloved companion. The 30 year old orange Peugeot bicycle of my mother. It was released from it's uncomfortable and dusty position under the garage roof, where it has been tied up for decades. My brother's friend Olli gave him tender love and care. Bless you Olli !

My companion was allowed to roam free again.

You could almost hear him sigh.

And believe me: to what places of wild and un-tamed beauty I was driven !

Into the woods and over the land.!

Where the trees are known to someone by their very own personal name

LONG FRIENDSHIP

There was FRIENDSHIP,

I only saw it from far

But I could feel it was long and old.

I Want Summer Back

A Short Pictorial Story Of A Southern Summer, Back Then

I want summer back, summer of last year.

I want summer back of last year,
when we were two with hair salty and blonde 

and we smelled of the sea

summer of last year, at the border up north

I want the summer back,
when we lived in that crazy place on the beach.

 I really miss summer of last year, now that I am here. 

There the sand was burning hot.

Until the sun fell into the dark Cassuarina trees like a ripe plum
to just leave us with a long night to talk. Every night

We talked about love, love, love and about life.
Told us how we wanted to do much more.
More and always more with our lives.
Like a good poem that gets stronger and finds more power in the end.

And my friends skin shimmered just like gold

The blue-ass monkeys stole our food,

while we watched the sea until our eyes were all ablaze and mother of pearl was all we saw.

We ate prawns by day and night

listened to music, drank and danced on the beach

until sometimes we lost completely our minds in a couple of hot summer nights

I really miss summer of last year when we were afraid of the trees at night

After all the sun and wine, they looked to us like creatures from a different time.!

Yes, I really do miss my friend and summer of last year, 

when the jackal was around.