The Paint Brush

Buona Sera Signorina

Buona Sera Signorina,

Buona Sera,

Where are you going signorina ?

Not knowing ?

where you going signorina ?

Well, then good night and buona sera pretty signorina

In Wonderland

I Have Found My Place

The colors have not been changed or altered in this picture. The dried out shell of the crayfish had become what I call a mystical purple.

Death Is A Silent Hunter

Death is a silent hunter

with no shame at all

and who was to witness him when he came in the brightest of light
just the oldest one of trees 

And where there was great beauty once

there is now absolutely none !

And all their mighty 

strong and sharp claws

could not help them at all

escape their grim fate

when this creature's father came along.

The Glory Of The Turban

The turban, the head-wrap, the head-scarf, whatever it is called has added glamor and shine to women's appearance all over the world through the centuries and across the colors and nations. From Marlene Dietrich to Miriam Makeba. 

But nobody can wrap it like the African gals. 

And since the turban has conquered the fashion scene once more with all its might we have developed a range of cotton head-wraps produced and made locally in South-Africa.

So wrap it , wear it and do not be shy at all like we do it here in Africa.

Broken People Welcome

LOOKING AT YOU

And finally she is looking at you 

Dreaming of the Motherland

Cheetahs on a game farm in a very big enclosure

but still too small for their mind

Dreaming of the Motherland

Lucinda In The Ashes

If you think your eye caught a glimpse of something unusual here - I won't contradict you.

 

I have a big, old and beautiful fireplace in my house, build many years ago and made entirely of natural stone.

In the South African winter I light it every evening and the fire burns through the night.

And I have a little ginger cat who talks all day long to me in a language that I have come to understand by now. She must have been something completely different in an earlier re-incarnation because she loves fire.

She is mad about it, adores fire. Not only heat and warmth. But real burning, crackling fire

Normally in the afternoon she waits already in front of the fireplace for me and watches me intensely when I stack the wood and prepare everything for the evening. She waits eagerly for the moment I light the fire.

Lucinda loves to watch the flames and the play of light. 

In front of the fireplace is where she likes to stay and sleep.

But now she has taken it to another level !!!!!!!

As soon as the fire has burned down enough she climbs INSIDE the fireplace.

The logs in the back are still so hot you burn your fingers when you touch them.!!!!! 

But please do not question her decision!

I was worried, very worried about her long and bushy tail when I saw this for the first time

And when I told her my concerns she just gave me an annoyed purr.

I also told her that cats are supposed to be neat and clean animals

and do not sleep in the ashes

which she ignored !

It's too nice here and I truly enjoy the warmth.

Stinky, dusty, ashy little cat !