It was in the year nineteen hundred really don't ask me when.......... when my parents with my younger brother and a friend where on the road in Namibia. With the best car in the whole world !
Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Friday, October 21, 2011
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Mystical Lavender
May be you will say to me one picture of the lavender is enough !
In that case, I will tell you: look away ! Cause I ain't gonna stop.
I had a strong vision of this lavender, that I have been trying to find!
My vision was to see and capture the inside, the essence of the lavender on film.
And I have taken pictures for weeks.
And I have taken pictures for weeks.
To get what I want to see.
Until today when I received what I have been longing to have.
This is my fathers's lavender.
It reminds me of him.
And I do love this lavender.
It reminds me of him.
And I do love this lavender.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
GO AND SEE THE WORLD
Free advice should never be rejected. It often comes from the heart.
One of the things I keep with me to remind me what I have and want to do in life is this picture of my father in Tunisia in front of the blue door.
When I look at it I remember everything. I remember all the important things. It keeps me on track.
He said: " GO AND SEE THE WORLD ".
I follow my father's advice.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
My Father's Flowers Are Always With Me
This is the chair everybody is ready to fight for. It stands right at the edge of the verandah overlooking the green valley. It is a dreamer's place and it has two beautiful arm-rests to place a cup of coffee or a glass of wine on top. It is my father's chair.
Once a year my father comes from a colder Northern country to visit me. He knows the secret life of plants.
Once here, he plants and replants, transfers flowers and bushes from one place to another, talks to them and convinces them that they should grow where he places their roots in the grounds. He heals and cures the damage inflicted to the plants through my neglect during the year.
He made the lavender and roses grow into giants in the shortest of time.
My father's flowers are always there and remind me of him when he's gone.
I found these little fellows in a junk shop in town.
My family and the friends, who have been staying in December with me for a while know him or her well. The Flamboyant in my garden "called Auguste ". Him or her, because somebody explained to me that this tree can be male and female at the same time. Not a bad choice I think. But I like to think of Auguste as a male.
Every year when the South African summer approaches, after windy and stormy days, he delivers the same spectacular show. Auguste, against an azure-blue sky becomes blindingly beautiful in his bright red flower dress. He enchants us.
Once here, he plants and replants, transfers flowers and bushes from one place to another, talks to them and convinces them that they should grow where he places their roots in the grounds. He heals and cures the damage inflicted to the plants through my neglect during the year.
He made the lavender and roses grow into giants in the shortest of time.
My father's flowers are always there and remind me of him when he's gone.
I found these little fellows in a junk shop in town.
My family and the friends, who have been staying in December with me for a while know him or her well. The Flamboyant in my garden "called Auguste ". Him or her, because somebody explained to me that this tree can be male and female at the same time. Not a bad choice I think. But I like to think of Auguste as a male.
Every year when the South African summer approaches, after windy and stormy days, he delivers the same spectacular show. Auguste, against an azure-blue sky becomes blindingly beautiful in his bright red flower dress. He enchants us.
Auguste is particular about the way he blossoms. Starting on one side, he blossoms in a very orderly manner from one side to the other. No, it is not a simple tree like the others. It's Auguste. He takes all the time that is necessay to become beautiful.
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