One Word Wednesday – Contrast

The high mountains are full of contrast and character.


Sunday was cold, grey and austere with a dusting of snow.


Tuesday dawned hot, bright and full of riotous colour.

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“The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble – to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills.” Philip Connors


Five photographs – The Conclusion


So the theory that a series shoud run consecutively got shot to smithereens – anyway at last image 5.

This was taken while hiking to Sleeping Beauty Cave in the Drakensberg. The guide books call it “an easy excursion, take your children” – hmmmm, I’m thinking the writer had too much fresh air when that was penned.

It’s mind blowingly spectacular but hard work, especially in the summer when the water is high and you do a lot of shoes on/shoes off! Do you see the face in the rock? Maybe it’s just me – I thought “The Watcher” would be an apt name!

PS It was a really bright, cloudless day – looking at the photograph now I guess I could have “cleaned up” up a bit and reduced some of the shadow and contrast but sometimes, in my opinion, nature is best left as it is 🙂

Five Photographs – Image 3

This photograph has a similar feeling to image 2 and was taken about an hour prior to it. Its a typical mountain/lake combination with a stormy sky but what really grabbed my attention was the red boat – the colour just pops (for lack of a better word to use) in contrast to the natural hue.

Five Photographs – Image 2

I took this on a somewhat lengthier excursion on Sunday. We had stopped for lunch on the escarpment and a passing rain shower eventually caught up with us. While eating my ham & cheese roll and trying to keep the camera dry this shaft of light from a dark and gloomy sky caught my eye. You could say the image is too dark in places and could do with some tweaking but I like the drama.

Five Photographs – Image 1

This was taken on a walk to the river on Saturday afternoon, what caught my eye about this scene was the gorgeous light filtering through the trees. We normally visit this part of South Africa in the winter for the stark contrast that the season brings but being here in the summer just adds a whole different dimension to the surroundings.


Once upon a time

there was a fairy tale that left a lasting impression on me. I’ve always been a reader of things and from amongst the plethora of childhood tales the story of “The Little Match Girl” by Hans Christian Andersen has remained emblazoned on some far hidden corner of my mind. If not so much for the literary content as for the iconic image of a little girl in a dire situation ……

We’ve been experiencing a dismal late winter this year, the whole country has been gripped with severe weather and as I sit in my office chair (studiously ignoring a pile of work that calls my name loudly and vociferously) the wind is howling viciously outside. Snow has been falling just up the road and a liquid deluge invading the coast. Yet less than a month ago, on a weekend break in the mountains this was the vista that we opened our eyes to every morning – a festival of sunshine, gentle breezes and forever blue skies.


A particulary pernicious gust that tickled my ribs (despite suitable layering) during today’s riotous lunchtime scurry between various business institutions and you have ….

” And the sky was dark with menace,

Clouds rolled around in angry discourse,

A fierce wind pierced the thin fabric of her coat and it was as though an icy hand reached down into her very soul to quash the last embers of hope.

A flicker of white caught her eye, snow – not the stuff of childhood, no snow angels or hot chocolate, no vestige of glee, no anticipation of play.

Instead a harbinger of doom, death apparent in it’s soft embrace for the weak, the homeless, the faceless figures on the street.”

~ xxx ~