Walking up Long Street I saw this magical african display in a shop window.
Quite a contrast to St. Georges cathedral ..
and the black Madonna.
Outside some insurance buildings suggest solidity.
In the gardens I remember that Cecil Rhode's vision was as fleeting as the clouds in the sky.
On the ground and in the real are the beautiful flowers, fleeting but reborn again in a constant cycle of life.
Some are a fleeting temptation.
At the far end is a rose garden. For me this rose is the ultimate female expression in its ever changing image.
And there is the war memorial for the horses. This reminds me of the year of the horse which we are in, according to the Chinese lunar calendar.
The horse is my birth sign and makes me reflect on new projects, volatility and discernment to find the right path.
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