Autumn Feelings at the foot of Table Mountain

 Today the morning fog created a veil of innocence.

Snow white balls of flowers are like festive decorations.

The city's ugliness is covered with fine mist.

Trees are dancing in the morning light.

The stream provides an endless symphony.

Giggling and splashing with joy.

Reflecting the majesty of our mountain as the sun lights it up.

Breathing in and standing tall a welcome to a beautiful autumn day.

Morning Blues - Walking up to Tafelberg Road

I felt soft and with a hint of sadness this morning. Walking up from the Spar in Vredehoek to Tafelberg Rd. The town lies quiet with glittering lights.

Sad night eyes look at me on butterfly wings.

A golden sky dawns over the harbor. Today the harbor is painted in orange and gold promising a shelter in  winter storms to come.

The clouds herald a glorious day.

A land of shadows soon will be light.

Every morning the sun wins this battle.

The cork oak seems to carry the scars of this fight. Looking like a shadow monster in the dark and covering itself with the thick crust against the sun during the day.

Our path, is it an uphill battle, crisscrossing steep up the mountain and where does it lead to?

Do we need fury protection, not to dry out in this relentless baking sun?

Or do we juggle our existence like berries on thin twigs.

Are we busy like bees and do not notice the bigger picture.

Every day anew the light illuminates the crown of creation.

The mountain has millions of mandalas to meditate for those who are willing to see.

Newlands Forest Polarities

This morning I went on a short walk picture hunting. I went on paths were I had not been before longing for what the forest has to say.

A small fire had cleared the ground and after the rain of this week a new forest started growing.

The forest is full of polarities this morning. Color full seduction and ....

feasting on the young innocent shoots.

Playful display of joy and......

covered spikynes.

Life giving patterns of flowing water and .....

patterns of hardness.

I see images of the Goddess from a .......

battered and broken tree.

Tentacles searching for the light......

and decay bathing in the morning sun.

The Goddess covers her creative force......

and seems to long for calm and rest.

But life pushes on, unfolding out of the earth over night....

ever new and ready to fly with new wings.

City stroll to the Companie Gardens

My car is in for a major repair and I am using public transport. This morning I walked through the city up to the Companie Gardens to catch a bus to where I stay.
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.