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Men At Work

Men at Work can sometimes be a scary thing to watch.

I had this thought for the first time when I saw my father cutting the garden hedge with an electric chain saw.

And I was offered many occasions since then to re-think this thought and ponder on it deeply.

Admittedly the neon brights safety ropes can not be overlooked and they are nicely criss crossing each other. They men seem all to be attached. The question is just to what are they attached ? I guess to each other. But the end of the rope .. ?

The one who was left on the bottom seems to have similar thoughts or he has his own serious topics to meditate on.

Stranded

A white painted deck was beached at Nahoon after the heavy rains in July.
One of many.

All shattered and ship-wrecked, beautiful in its ravaged appearance.

I immediately saw that this would make a perfect setting for a fashion photo shoot. It does not come better.

But guess what?  

South Africa being a country where nothing is left unused and everything is recycled the one way or another, the next day when I came back with a model it was basically stripped down and only some planks and the tires were left.

Pity ! My loss !
But somebody's gain.
May be, these planks help now keeping a ceiling up.

Seagulls In Sepia

She just found a fish-head that a fisherman had discarded. Indeed a delicious meal on a great day.

A Very Angry Look In My Direction

I received a very angry and fierce look from this huge crab who had made himself a home under the wood pile.

After the heavy rain these crabs are to be found all over the garden.

Obviously completely dis-pleased with my decision to make a barbecue.

He held onto his log with all his might.

New Born Twins

And You Have To Talk To Them

This is one of the coolest places, a living room outside in nature with a Bougainvillae and Flamboyant roof of blinding violet and red where most of the meals are taken in summer if it is not raining.

 

Sometimes a ray of sunshine comes through

The living room roof

Further down in the garden..

It's summer now, thanks, my favourite time of the year, and while I am sitting here and uploading theses pictures I am listening to Just Ginger and their song Shallow Waters on the radio while the cat Lucinda Engele is lying in front of me on my desk blocking the keyboard with her head and looking at me with watery green eyes. It's a perfect song for this hot day. A perfect day for a cat as well.

I am blessed with an exceptional old unmanicured lush garden that ressembles a jungle in many places. The trees and plants are decades old, unique organic characters and when the wind goes it seems like as if they are whispering and in constant interaction with each other. When the sun is breaking through the branches it's like a magic secret place.

My father says always : you have to speak to them. I don't do that very often . But they grow without me very well because they like this spot.

AND BY NO COINCIDENCE I found a fascinating book the other day in a junk shop called " The Secret life of plants" by Peter Thompkins and Christopher Bird.

It teaches you that they, the old characters, have the ability to communicate with man. That they adapt to human wishes, respond to music, that they have curative powers. It is fascinating account of the physical, emotional and spiritual relations between plants and man.
That they even anticipate and know before when their branches are being cut.
I hope they don't mind me playing Aerosmith in the morning when everbody is gone.