I’ve come to discover that, on occasion, it’s the smallest of things that are woven with the greatest intricacy and if you look closely enough the fragility of life is never more apparent
The photograph was taken in the KwaZulu midlands last year, the story is just that – a story.
The creak of her chair woke her up. She started, caught in the threads of a wonderful dream. A dream where Jimmy was still here, where she would step out on the porch and see him tying up at the jetty and come striding through the wildflowers, home to her.
The sadness gripped her heart, now all she had was his chair. It matched hers exactly, he had thought she was a silly goose when she insisted on a pair but now it made her smile. She could see the sag in the strapping and the shiny patina on the arms, the only visible signs of the passage of time and a lifetime of being together.
Not always happy times she thought as she struggled to her feet, the war and the depression had taken their toll but they’d stuck together through all of it. Jimmy would have liked today, the water was quiet and the mist rolling slowly down the hills like someone was shaking out a blanket. What did he used to call it, like a painting by van Gogh or something like that. He was a dreamer, was her Jimmy. She shivered, suddenly overtaken by a cold gloom and wrapped her shawl around her thin shoulders. The sky was darkening and over the way she could see the cows turning for home.
Time to go inside, she thought, tomorrow she would be back tomorrow.
The very elegant Arum Lily – sort of a last minute photograph, it was jammed in a small space next to a bridge, I couldn’t see the full extent of the foliage and the light was grim. Yet, in hindsight, I like the contrast between the hard lines of the bitumen infused planks, the glossy green leaves and the crispness of the lily flower.
There is a public holiday in South Africa today – Human Rights Day. A worthy celebration if ever there was one – the right to sustenance, employment, political freedom, safety, quality of life etc
Yet, (despite being especially proud of our piece of the planet) I look with a jaundiced eye at our own failings and those around the world – war, famine, poverty, discrimation, intolerance and while heaping praise on everybody that continues to fight the good fight and struggle uphill, unceasingly, I’m a little uncelebratory today!
Instead, on a selfish note, I’ve turned my focus back to our time away. The KZN Drakensberg is not known for its floral splendour – the harsh conditions are not condusive to blowsy splendour yet if you look a little closer you will find beauty in the smallest detail ….
I think DH was beginning to wonder if my knees were giving out as everytime he turned around I was on my knees peering at something in the veld.