Solitude

Him, his soul, his thoughts - nothing else.

Good !

SHE GOT ANGRY

When she gets angry there is really nothing you can do

the sea can be very scornful

When I went for a walk I found my beach was gone

Where there was once sand there was none

But plenty of foam

and the colors spoke of danger

He had no idea where he was running to - understandably being still a youngster

and needing to run

completely unaware of the danger of the tides and currents still ravaging the beach

until he found out about it

running back to the voice with all his might he had not listened to a while before

huge driftwood logs stranded

and holiday makers wondering where the promised beach was

STORMY WEATHER

NEVER THE SAME

The view from my veranda over the valley and the little stream that flows through it is never the same.

The Cumulus clouds building themselves up form an amazing background for the black silhouette of the gum trees in the distance.

Quickly changing colors and clouds formations make this a special treat for the eyes that I have enjoyed many times with a cup of coffee or wine and my camera.

An African Thunderstorm preparing itself is like a mystical and sacred moment.

It cleanses not only the air and earth but the soul as well

RAINY DAYS

The last four days there has not been a single ray of sunlight.
That is a long time in Africa.

And here in this picture you can really feel the rain on your skin - if you try.

it's very wet, damp and muddy everywhere

but blessed be the colors

 a generous feast for an artist's eye.