Cosy Bay

Every day on the way to and from Cape Town, I pass this little bay named "Cosy". Today after a week of turmoil I went to find some cosyness.

Winter clouds are hanging over the Twelve Apostels range.

The sea is just licking the rocks.

Everything is in balance and calm.

Clarity is spreading, like the clear sea water is rising between the rocks.

Clarity full of life.

Beauty waiting for the tide to rise.

Delicate coloured flowers are growing .........

... below a gate to heaven.

All will be well.

Another Morning at Sandy Bay

What a gorgeous morning. In this beautiful "Berg-Wind" summer weather

 I could not stay away from my favorite beach.

Actually it is the only somewhat tolerated nudist beach in Cape Town.

Even the rocks are nude.

The sea was pounding. Making wild love to the rocks.

Juicy succulents are in flames of love. 

Caressing each other like a snake, intertwined in a play of love.

Gently kissed by a tiny butterfly

Flowering in total beauty

Between the rocks and the sea. Making love forever.

Sandy Bay in Winter Mood

I am so glad to be back after a trip to Germany. This morning I strolled down to my favorite spot in Sandy Bay. Relaxing in a wintry mood.

A stony friend was watching this special place.

Next to me a reed pushing out into the sun, so perfectly errect.

It was not cold and fairly dry but out at sea the rain was coming down.

A snail safe from being washed away.

A harlequin playing with the drops of last nights rain.

I love the flora of South Africa. So much variety and colour. Here the perfect lime green.

Raindrops on pale leaves.

A spiky plant crowned by a flower.

Flowers out to seduce an insect coming by to pollinate.

Compared with Germany, there is an abundance of variety.

Water on the Mountain

When I got up this morning I saw the clear sky full of stars promising a beautiful day.
I went up towards the old manganese mine from the East Fort on to the Hoerikwaggo trail and down again at the Blackburn Ravine. 
In the morning light I could see the face of the guardian woman watching over the entrance of the bay.

The recent heavy rains had turned the mountain into a water world. At first the rocks looked like giant feet squeezing water out of the mountain.

Later there was water everywhere.

Water pouring down in a winter abundance-

racing towards the sea. 

The gargling haste is in a stark contrast to the solid mountain, to the plants unable to move.

They are living where the wind has planted their seed. Satisfied with every drop of water falling onto them.

The tiniest flower found her place in a crevice of the rocks.

Water brings new life after the inferno of a mountain fire. 

Proteas grow in an endless cycle of winter water, drought, fire and rebirth. 

Today the mountain is wet and green.

Every plant is looking for attention. To get pollinated, to spread and to live on in this cycle of life.

The mountain stands solid. Everything is alive on its surface and I feel so alive, able to move, slowly following a meandering path.

Winter Rain

There was no chance for a walk last weekend and today it's raining on and off. I went and caught some impressions in Llandudno this morning.

Winter paints in his pictures in soft grey colours.

Even the rocks have a gentle touch.

Softly caressed by the rain.

I feel like entering a strange land, on a different planet.

There is a magic place where sweet rain water meets the salty sea.

It is a calm place to sit and rest.

The flowers are waiting patiently, no lovers are coming for their sweet nectar today.

A Juicy Morning on the Way to Sandy Bay

It was foggy this morning in Sandy Bay. The place where I soak up the sun in summer was juicy and wet. The moisture of the night and the spray from the sea creating a mystical atmosphere. 

The earth woman is lying sleeping - exhausted and wet in frozen heat

 from the boiling cold sea, pounding her in a  never ending dance of making love.

The air is spinning a web of wet dreams.

A mother giving birth to juicy little children.

A happy crowd cheering the wetness of the morning.

The soft beautiful moisture is covering every leaf and make the crystal grains of sand smooth. 

Smooth, slippery, making a slimy path for the creatures of the night. 

There are tempting fruits of juicy love, ripe and ready.