At the base of the Rift Valley lies a shallow lake. In its simple serenity and calm, one’s soul is quietly found.
Oh the places you will go, the things you will see…on a morning run in a foreign town!
In all honesty Kenya is known well for two things – her wildlife and her long distant runner. It seemed quite befitting then when our First Lady Margaret Kenyatta decided to run the London marathon in 2014, but she was not a likely candidate at all.
I once heard that whatever angle you gaze upon the Mona Lisa from, her eyes will find and follow you. Cape Town has its own version of that serene lady. She sits gazing from above. Wherever you are in this fair city she follows.
Coffee is a finicky shrub. A heartless, haughty crop. It needs constant care, regular attention. Like a teenager its nature is temperamental, demanding, quicksilver but within lies hidden flashes of deep beauty which I only found once I got past its drama and went looking for it.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but often I believe it’s the other way around. Its a picture that evokes a thousand words and while picture can tell a story, that story is heard differently by each viewer. Only words can bring to each viewer the unique experience of the photographer. That person behind the lens […]
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.” I am not a runner. I am not a physical fitness enthusiast. I have never even had a gym membership. But a few years ago I realised that playing in the backyard with the young ‘uns was leaving me winded. So I started walking. Then […]