Showing posts with label waves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waves. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

What Is Blue ?



You asked me: What Is Blue ?
and I really don't know what to say to you,
cause it's only you who can ask me such a thing
So I'd rather show you this
and I am telling you, if it is like this
it's blue,
but the truth is
it is called Azure

Saturday, November 5, 2011

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.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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

Saturday, April 2, 2011

SURF'S UP


This is my favorite surfing spot


and one of the best in South Africa - Nahoon Beach
Right in front of my door !


the beach break has softer more gentle waves


and yesterday was a perfect day


with warm water and no wind


intense and bright colors


when you start young most things are easy


In the back  the Nahoon Reef is visible - that is for the ones who really know what they are doing.
And I don't count myself amongst them


but there is space and place for everybody who loves the sea


Monday, March 21, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011

ALONE WITH THE SEA

This is what a poem looks like in pictures.


Just me


all alone

with the sea


and may be a child with me.


Saturday, May 22, 2010

Monday, April 26, 2010

Sunday Walk At Bonzas


Bonza Bay is a romantic, little bit wild and rough beach. 
Sunday morning it made me feel like walking.




Fat Seagulls having a nap close to the shore. Sea birds are definitely some of the wildest creatures on earth. Make no mistake these two are only in idle mood and they are having a lazy moment.
True, a lion got wildness - but a seagull flying foamy spray in stormy weather.




No life- savers anymore at this time of the year.Winter, is it really winter ?
The day was so warm and there was hardly any wind.



And these fine flip flops are definitely made for walking.




Turning my back on the gold old lifesavers shack and having all the time to walk, walk and take pictures.




Does this picture has feeling ?
Does it bring to you the feeling of that great day and how happy these guys were playing soccer next to the waves.




Preparing for the world cup 2010..........




It' s a rocky beach and this beautiful bench was made for me to rest and INHALE.




Everybody was happy and in his own little world.





Feeling good to be alone in his world for a while




The sea was foamy. You know that the foam on the sea is the remains of dead mermaids. That's how they die, they still drift for a while on the surface of the sea as foam before disappearing. Hans Christian Anderson has told us all about this and he must have been right because you don't see the foam every day. I have always sort of liked this thought.



Stretching out like this along the shore must feel good




The rocks shape pools in which the water is so clear and heated up from the sun. 
They serve one purpose- to lay naked in them. 
I guess I have been caught a couple of times now so I am taking it a little bit slow. But I can recommend it. And do change beaches frequently when doing it.





The stones in the pools are slippery and nice to touch.




Everything else is just energizing end empowering





On my way back I sit on my bench looking back at the boardwalk and the very very blue sky. 
A sky like in the south of France in hot August.





And smell the sea  





and look at new art





efore going home to make a fire, get the meat out and open a bottle of Fleur du Cap Chardonnay.
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