Daily Photo – Outside Oudtshoorn
This image reminds me of the photo I posted of the Kingston Range. On that post I included a poem by Thomas Hardy. Hardy also wrote a poem about the Karoo:
This image reminds me of the photo I posted of the Kingston Range. On that post I included a poem by Thomas Hardy. Hardy also wrote a poem about the Karoo:
What I find curious now though, is the dude in the sports coat and jeans. I'm guessing the waves crash against the rocks sending spray over the anglers. If that was the case, then I think Mr. Blue Jacket was tempting fate!
On one of these vacations I determined to drive to Rorke's Drift which lies broadly between Johannesburg and Durban. Like driving in New England, the names of the cities are familiar but there in the wrong order. So on this trip I passed through Newcastle, skirted Glencoe and then drove through Dundee.
I'd been humming along the dirt road that runs through the lower part of the frame when suddenly the hood (bonnet) of my Hilux just lifted up and crashed back into the windshield! I was stunned. Stunned and blinded. Where was the road?
With the near daily storms that passed in the afternoons, we were often treated to wonderful sunsets like this one. The sun has just dipped below the horizon behind the stand of trees, illuminating the clouds from below with a fiery red glow.
As my faded memory recalls, pretty much every afternoon at around 3:00 pm, the clouds would build us and a series of thunder storms would roll through. The noise from the rain and thunder rendered our seismic recording an exercise in futility so we'd return to camp, and face the prospect of cooking once again.