06 September 2007
Algoa Bay
If you race down Callington Street in the historic Richmond Hill area of Port Elizabeth, the chances are you will miss the view. This is one of a series I have been taking of this particular scene, which captures the moods of Algoa Bay and the atmosphere of the suburb. Sue and I love strolling through the neighbourhood with our cameras. It's all so old, yet there is always something new to see - a bit like an old friend - we know each other so well but we always get something out of our visits.
Daisy
Daisy's are such simple flowers, yet so friendly. This one was caught bringing cheer to our garden.
05 September 2007
G for Gnome
When I was a child I harbored a secret wish that we would one day have a gnome in our garden. I could never understand why my mother did not like the idea. When I told Sue of my childhood dream, when we started our first garden together ……………… let’s just say that the dream died there.
Well, not exactly. Last Christmas Sue gave me Gottlieb. He is small enough so that no one will see him and his green attire will ensure that he blends in with the plants. As it has turned out he has become a house gnome. Seen here blending in with a ceramic horse, after a nose job – I think grandson got hold of him.
As a gesture of great thoughtfulness kindness, on my part and just so that Gottlieb does not get too lonely I bought Sue her very own gnome recently. He has been relegated to a pot in the garden, where he spends his day reading in the shade, from behind the stem of a ficus. (He does not have a name yet - any suggestions)
These two fellows were last seen watching the passing traffic from the balcony at an antique shop in Uitenhage. Not surprising that mother never bought into my dream!
My apologies walksfarwoman, I know you had Africa in mind when you invited me to join the group. I promse an African theme next week
Well, not exactly. Last Christmas Sue gave me Gottlieb. He is small enough so that no one will see him and his green attire will ensure that he blends in with the plants. As it has turned out he has become a house gnome. Seen here blending in with a ceramic horse, after a nose job – I think grandson got hold of him.
As a gesture of great thoughtfulness kindness, on my part and just so that Gottlieb does not get too lonely I bought Sue her very own gnome recently. He has been relegated to a pot in the garden, where he spends his day reading in the shade, from behind the stem of a ficus. (He does not have a name yet - any suggestions)
These two fellows were last seen watching the passing traffic from the balcony at an antique shop in Uitenhage. Not surprising that mother never bought into my dream!
My apologies walksfarwoman, I know you had Africa in mind when you invited me to join the group. I promse an African theme next week
01 September 2007
Spring has sprung
Today is the first day of spring and a beautiful day in the Eastern Cape. I also realized with dismay that I had left a file at the office in Uitenhage, 40 kilometers away that I needed for a meeting, on Monday morning. No problem it was a perfect day for a drive.
So why not make an adventure of it. I do the trip at least four days a week, but there is always something new and interesting to see. Uitenhage must be the antique capital of the Eastern Cape.
Boy's treasure!
I had a truck exactly like this half a century ago (ouch), which was my pride and joy. And I know a little boy (my grandson Ethan) who would probably like this one. Alas it was not for sale.
And so we did the rounds.
Top hat but no tails
So why not make an adventure of it. I do the trip at least four days a week, but there is always something new and interesting to see. Uitenhage must be the antique capital of the Eastern Cape.
So off we went to browse the antiques shops
Boy's treasure!
I had a truck exactly like this half a century ago (ouch), which was my pride and joy. And I know a little boy (my grandson Ethan) who would probably like this one. Alas it was not for sale.
And so we did the rounds.
Top hat but no tails
Time to be macho
World War 1 helmet, a bit too heavy for a little man to wear without support.
It is always worth stopping to see the flamingos at the salt pans. They were not that pleased to see us and immediately strolled off.
Ethan was not too fussed by their lack of cooperation.
After all with so many rocks about why not try and fill the lake. Boys will be boys.
Oops where did that one go?
And what would spring be without flowers. These Gazanias are growing along all the roads giving a bright and cheerful splash of colour to the landscape
World War 1 helmet, a bit too heavy for a little man to wear without support.
It is always worth stopping to see the flamingos at the salt pans. They were not that pleased to see us and immediately strolled off.
Ethan was not too fussed by their lack of cooperation.
After all with so many rocks about why not try and fill the lake. Boys will be boys.
Oops where did that one go?
And what would spring be without flowers. These Gazanias are growing along all the roads giving a bright and cheerful splash of colour to the landscape
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