Summer

Oh hai! Guess where we are again.

I literally got every detail of our weekend gig wrong - except the venue. It’s on SUNDAY the 3RD at 3PM. To be fair it wasn’t all my fault. Plz pass on to interested parties. . .

I don’t know what time it’ll be and I misspelled Muizenberg. But it’ll be a reverb-soaked spectacle.

Early lunch at Hello Sailor. It really looks like summer out there on Obz lwr Main. Listening to a podcast about Qt and the future of being able to package python projects for execution.

Having survived the horrors of the vacuum, Crumb and Trinket are being sweet to each other for a change.

Current status of Mr. Crumb: has eaten a sky raisin and is now napping hard.

@withoutaleaf with her new peacock hair getting ice cream @lifeunframed. #explorecapetown #capetown #summer #sunday #icecream #peacockhair.

#3hot5me Skitten tries to stay cool on a day that’s unjustifiably hot.

Posting one extra from yesterday to remark on the magic of flying ants. Walking by the riverside here in Skukuza, they rise in great cones of insects - perfectly silent. Not the slightest sound. They fly towards the brilliant summer moon in their hundreds like grey fairies in the dusk. This phenomenon is impossible to photograph and would be a challenge to film. This is a Woodland Kingfisher, BTW. Its call is the sound of the summer.

So my project this year is to capture something of the feel of Kruger rest camps. I’ve started slow, as usual. I missed doing anything to show off Berg en Dal at all (although it has its own wonderful charm). But here’s Crocodile Bridge. The camp is just this small circle of rondawels (colonial versions of traditional houses among some South African tribes) and a very open campsite. The small size and this leafy greenness are what really struck me. It’s a lush feast for drought-tired eyes.