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@furiousgreencloud and I climbed up a stairway up the side of this old barn after dark and watched the lightning reveal the distant mountains by lighting them up from behind while the warm wind ripped around us.

Meme-tastic. Memes are thoughts that propagate - funny images are just one example. Before Richard Dawkins became a general troll and dickhead, he was a brilliant biologist who changed our understanding by noting that genes seek to propagate - not organisms, which are merely the vessels for those genes. He also hypothesised that human ideas could propagate in a way completely analogous to biological evolution - with ideas simply sticking around because they had the right properties to propagate rather than because they were particularly useful. The term, ‘memes’ was coined to describe these units of idea that could stick and propagate. These little piles of stones seem a pretty fine example to me. Someone made a first one and then…

Streaking folded upthrusts reach North into the Indian Ocean.

Certain adventures in my youth impressed on me how fynbos details track seemingly infinitely in - gross structural detail reveals smaller structures which reveal near-micro structures and so ad infinitum. This particular one has stems on the “flowers” (if they are flowers and not clusters of flower-arrays as I believe some fynbos flowers really are) with fine spiky leaves that make them look like the braided wire insulation on old fashioned electrical wiring.

The last light reflecting off the clouds after sunset rides the wine-dark Indian Ocean waters.

@furiousgreencloud learns the art of birding the old fashioned way - with a big-ass fieldguide and a pair of West German binoculars. We were visiting her aunt Sharon at her house on a beautiful farm outside Moreesburg. I’m not much of a birder but I hopefully conveyed some of the basics.

This struck me as the most South African weekend scene I can imagine - from the end of World War II to today, kids hanging out getting treats on the weekend.

@furiousgreencloud contemplates the sunlight leaving Africa for the Americas with a seagull at Storms River Mouth.

A boat heading into the sunset - a rather tedious metaphor for mortality.

I’m having one of my oldest and dearest friends, @furiousgreencloud, to stay. It’s always been too long. I’m having a knee issue so we took the cable car up and skulked among the fynbos on a beautiful windless evening atop the mountain.