Swan Lake

But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.

 

Streetlights

"Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night"

- Don't Stop Believin' by Journey 

 



I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you

In Blue Dreams

The Bush Conspiracy

 

 

The Cactus

"The Cactus has humilty, but is not submissive. It grows where no other plant will grow. It does not complain when the sun bakes its back or wind tears it from cliffs or drowns it in dry sand. When rain comes it stores water for hard times to come. In good times and bad times it will still flower. It protects itself against danger, but harms no other plant. It adapst perfectly to almost any environment. It has properties that heal the wounds of men. It is the plant of patience and solitude, love and madness, ugliness and beauty, toughness and gentleness"- The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)

We may have all come on different ships but we’re in the same boat now

A cloudy day spent in Brighton with the boats as my muse.

Set in Stone

"Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed"

- Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero

  

                    

Paint the city red

Till the cows come home

"Cows are notoriously languid creatures and make their way home at their own unhurried Pace"

My first post is of these pictures I took of cows on the beach in the Transkei. I think it is apt to begin my blogging with “till the cows come home”; I will be here for a long but indefinite time hoping to inspire you with my photos and thoughts.