clicking 365 project
Of Times Gone By - Kleinplasie Farm Museum
My afternoon ends with a monkey's wedding; the drops are minuscule, more like a drizzle, but irresistible. Couldn’t really call the wet spot on the cement porch next door a puddle, but I did it, my first umbrella shot for the winter. I believe it's in sympathy with the lousy bridge hands I...
Doing A Street Beat
It’s a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack; it’s a very strange world, and I’ll never go back. Don’t take my word on lyrics; I make them up all the time. It is through living that we discover ourselves, at the same time as we discover the world around us.” ― Henri...
Being An Odd Cod
Markets are great, but I always feel like an odd Cod, like a fish out of water. Could be the crowds, the bustling, jostling for position at the market stall or just the general jolly atmosphere that gets to me. I like the predictability of shopping at my local supermarket, where I listen...
If There's A Republic It's In Hout Bay
It’s that time of year again. If you live in the Cape you'd migrate to warmer climes in July, we normally would too, but we’ve opted to spend time here for a change. There’s not a soul about, everyone’s gone to Botswana, Namibia, Natal, the Kruger National Park or to Europe, Asia and if you’re...
Balmy Days In The Mother Of All Cities
What could be nicer than a day spent exploring familiar spots in our beautiful Mother City? Whether you're a local or a visitor, the temperatures are at least 10˚C warmer here, and the skies are blue. I had some shopping and requests, but mostly it was a day to relax and enjoy the sights you...
Stepping Up For Arachnids
When I became a mother, I also became a nurse, a teacher, a psychologist, a handmaiden, an idiot, and a lover of all things creepy. I was a secret-keeper, housekeeper, gogga-keeper, gatekeeper, and promise-keeper too. I became fearless in defending my children, but I have never overcome my...
Whooping For A Hoopoe
Whoop-whoop. Our resident African Hoopoe returns daily, and I'm thrilled to see him again. He’s up to his old tricks, and I’m excited every time. Today I was ready for him. He appears at about 10H00 every morning, and nothing deters him. My contributions today are just him. He has my...
Overfed Dogs In The Winter Sun
There’s no place like home. I love walking into our home after being away for a while because it makes me feel appreciated and grounded. I love the smell, the familiarity, and knowing I’ll be sleeping in my bed again with all my creature comforts around me. I draw the curtains and see...
Trains And Things In Matjiesfontein
“Daar’s ‘n trein, daar’s ‘n trein, daar’s ‘n trein na Matjiesfontein.” So while Precious was firing up the Cruiser I dashed to have a last look at the station at Matjiesfontein. As with most other railway stations in South Africa it was deserted. Not a soul waiting for a train. Still ...
Matjiesfontein Meander
On a train sounding very much like a centipede or shongololo, I arrived in Matjiesfontein the last time I was there. It was a circus, one long party all the way from Cape Town to Matjiesfontein and back. The engineer was probably the only person who didn’t have direct dealings with...
Courting Candles And Dirt Roads In The Karoo
Our Karoo capers are almost over. Today we’ll take a slow meander. We'll flip a coin; if it's heads, we turn left at the next turn-off; if it’s tails, we’ll turn right. We’ve got all day. We turned left about a kilometre outside Sutherland on the main road heading back to the N1. According to...
Slow Food In Sutherland
Our last day in Sutherland was relaxed, with no rush or plans, just exploring and capturing spontaneous moments on my camera. Call me macabre, but I love visiting graves; I imagine a knight lurking among the headstones. I tell them all that they’re remembered, especially the children and...
Blooming Marvelous
Stepping out into the cold once again one morning, I put my nose to the ground and photographed the plants. Hardy is what I’d call them. Nestled amongst and in between rocks, gravel, and desert sand, they battle to survive the extreme conditions. Very hot in the summer and very cold in...
Facing Sutherland
After all is said and done, no matter how beautiful a place is or what the towns status is or how grand the houses are, in my opinion, it’s the people who inhabit the space that give it it’s character. Here cats sun themselves outside on the steps and the ancient Jack Russell is tolerated when...
Sutherland's Freezing Landscape
Dedicated photographers are disciplined. They set off at the crack of dawn and wait until the sun has set and the blue hour has passed before switching off their cameras. It’s a fact. Those are the rules for the golden hour. So, instead of spooning in the freezing Karoo after a long,...
Saturdays Sutherland And Sandstone
Sadly Karoo towns as we know them are changing. They’re dying a slow death. Sutherland too. Some call it progress, others the state of the nation, a few just shrug, sniff and probably think it’s someone’s just deserves. I think it’s tragic. These once bustling towns, the heart of...
Skitterland Sitterland Sutherland
Lines, reflections, patterns, colour or the lack of colour in the scene with forlorn deck chairs caught my eye as I sipped my morning coffee, highlighting the beauty in ordinary details. This became my theme for the day, and I planned to do the day’s photographs in monochrome to focus on...
Lines Reflections And Patterns
Lines, reflections, patterns, colour or the lack of colour in the scene with forlorn deck chairs caught my eye as I sipped my morning coffee, highlighting the beauty in ordinary details. This became my theme for the day, and I planned to do the day’s photographs in monochrome to focus on...
A Heavenly Creation
Three nice things happened: it was still raining, it was a bank holiday, and we could lie in late, all of which promised exciting options. We went out for lunch, admired a porcelain art collection, and I had my first risotto of the season. I sipped my favourite wine in my favourite...
Heaven's Winter Landscape
Rain only lifts a farmer’s spirits, those old men who stand on the stoep day in and day out watching the sky. We mere mortals often feel our spirits sagging, songwriters have used the rain as a metaphor in songs for centuries it’s especially relevant when describing love! I prefer thinking...
Vital Attention
After a decade, our house needs a good paint, and there’s no better time for that than during the winter months in the Cape (you’d think not!) In my current mood, I’d like to move away from traditional white, cream or winter white and explore something more avant-garde. I loved the vivid colours...
A Ceramic Walk In Hermanus
The best way to move a mountain using a teaspoon is to start one teaspoonful at a time. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this challenge would become so "challenging". One never learns. Life isn’t a smooth path from start to finish, is it? My troubles started around the 14th of...
Winter Walks in Walker Bay
In life, we always have choices; it’s that Jing Jang thing, positive or negative, left or right, yea or nay. After a long, relaxed lunch celebrating a friend’s birthday, it’s more difficult to make a choice. Either the long walk or succumb to the heavy eyelids, full tummy, and lethargic...
Frosty Friday
I used to love Fridays; the last two have been awful. This week, the misty conditions made it feel especially cold and lonely, turning what was once a joyful day into a Frosty Friday that mirrored my mood. To make matters worse, I had to go to the bank; that’s an ordeal, fortunately not on...
A Big Fish In A Small Pond
Today is an EYE CANDY day. Girls, I’m sweetening you up for a genuine surprise! Nothing like ginger to make the blood boil and sizzle. Our home-grown export has returned to visit his Mama, who’s as excited as ever, and he tells me she spoils him rotten; all he has to do is give her a list,...
Autumn Days
Sometimes I miss the woods for the trees; that’s how I felt this morning when I took the drive along the banks of the Breë River from Worcester to Rawsonville. For me, Rawsonville has never appealed aesthetically; it’s a cliquey, conservative, one-horse town with a shady past and a bleak...
Just Souping It Up
There’s something special about the warmth of being in the kitchen. It’s the heart of a home, where aromas create a sense of comfort and connection. My neighbour, walking past and commenting on the gorgeous aromas from my stove, reminded me of how food brings us together. A storm was brewing...
Odds And Sods In Macro
Our annual winter visitor is back, like last year, only one, a huge grasshopper. I’m always caught unawares by this monstrous critter as he lurks around in the most unlikely places; this time he was there glaring at me when I opened the patio door. Eyeball to eyeball we were; fortunately, he was...
Sundays Springfontein And Stanford
On a clear day, the sky feels endless, and the scenery invites a sense of calm and wonder. It's the kind of day that makes you appreciate simple pleasures, like a perfect cup of Vietnamese coffee and a good book. Sharing this moment helps readers feel the area's beauty and...
Turning A Weekend Into A Holiday
An extra day in Hermanus turns a weekend into a brief holiday. Thank goodness I pulled myself up by my winter bootstraps, put on the windbreaker, and flung my camera around my neck. I took off to walk along the cliff path. It’s a weekend of art in Hermanus, and what a delightful surprise to...
Mountain Birds Have Voices
My best friend, a wonderful woman, accomplished, clever, creative, funny, and very intelligent, sometimes loses her mojo; sharing this makes her relatable and keeps readers engaged. She’s not into pity partying, so it’s a flash-in-the-pan sort of occurrence, but it happens when she least...
Book Clubs Are Bookish
I’m not a songwriter nor a lyricist, but I’ve got Anne, Sandra, Jocelyn, Valery, Yvonne, Jeanette, Marthie, Esther, Lindsay, Carina, Allison, Barbara, Emma, Jurie, Marie, Jenny, Pam, Helene, Debbie, Denise, Ann, Alma, Cherry, Maureen, Lorette, Aletta, Will, Elsabe, Riette and Gerda on my...
Putting A Colourful Foot Forward
Moody, mundane; it’s Monday! Blue is the colour of this day, and it’s not for nothing. To lift our spirits, we add a splash of colour. I need bright, vibrant hues today to brighten this misty, wet day. Life can feel dull when it’s all wet and grey, but a touch of colour can bring hope...
A Sunday Drive
I'm always spoilt for choice when selecting my favourite photographs for the day. I am a happy snapper and have an abundance of clicks on my card. Not today. Although my eyes were open and I was constantly aware of my surroundings, I didn't capture anything 'original'. So today I only have...
Wending Ways Through Baines Kloof
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. Well, not really; it is drizzling, it’s not pouring yet, but the accumulated misty drops on the mountain tops are pouring down the valleys and streams into the rivers, which are starting to boil. The cat sitting in the doorway was haughty as...
Frustrating Friday
When there’s a knock on the door at 6h45 in the morning, you can be sure the day isn’t going to turn out the way you thought. I was still in my pyjamas when our neighbour banged on the back door. The unexpected disturbance left me feeling surprised and frustrated, which I hope my readers...
Hip-Hopping
The days of tutus and pirouettes are long gone; little girls now prefer baggy pants, loose long sleeves, and Nike pumps. Observing these shifts makes me appreciate how culture evolves, and I hope it sparks your curiosity about how children's interests change over time. “Dance, when you're...
Being Contemporary At Dance
It always surprises me how accommodating people are, especially when they’re passionate about what they do. Today was a first for me. Photographing Contemporary Dance. Exhilarating. Energetic. I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a class of Grade 12 pupils. ‘Never try to paint effects...
Just Horsing About
I doubt my English teacher would believe that I still remember the famous poem Horses of the Camargue; strangely, every autumn when the wind blows cold, I think of the poem, and in my mind’s eye I can see those white horses. The early-morning pink clouds were the first sign of the weather...
Changing Seasons
Not much to report today; it’s Sunday—a reflective day. I enjoy observing minor details like coffee filtering through a beard, which adds a touch of character and makes me feel connected to everyday moments that might resonate with you too. “I have a beard of fog that I wear on misty...