Lately, I’ve been keen to do a bit of night photography, but we’ve had clouds on most days and the fuller the moon, the more difficult to get the stars. The solution: photograph the moon.
After all sorts of ramblings, black T-shirts, black Mondays, rowdy Fridays and what not … we still haven’t managed to get rid of our honourable president.
Fear not! We already have plans A, B, C, D and E.
It’s multiple choice … because people in this country are not big on, you know, agreeing with each other.
I emphasise – in the strongest possible terms – all these are merely suggestions. Read at own risk.
About someone, I’ve just met: a limerick.
Nothing wrong with a haiku for a friend getting married in the morning.
I’ve always loved haikus, limericks and all short poetry. This one I wrote in Grade 8 (at 14 years). It was an assignment from a teacher, who is now a colleague and reads this blog. The few drops of rain we’ve had reminded me of this poem.
We’ve had beautiful April sunsets lately. I hesitate to call it autumn, it still feels too much like summer.
These were taken April 1, 2017.
“Why don’t you blog about Zuma?” my sister asked.
Here is why.
On Sunday night I watched Carte Blanche‘s viewer poll suggesting 90% of the viewers thought the latest cabinet reshuffle was the last straw.
Unfortunately, I doubt it was. I will lend my support to #BlackMonday and April 7 stay-aways just in case, but I don’t believe anything is about to change.
Some days are harder than others. Or that’s how it is for me.
Truly, I wish I were one of those remarkably consistent people. Especially since I work with young people, consistency would have been not just handy, but logical and just. Alas, I don’t possess it.
A letter to the missing piece.