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Thursday, 10th April

“A visionary is one who can find his way by moonlight, and see the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, 9th April

“It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.” - George Orwell

Tuesday, 8th April

“One generation plants the tree; another gets the shade.”

Monday, 7th April

So I missed a day, lots to do, however the light seems really good today so I’m sure to get some cracking shots, but I will post this picture I snapped this morning just in case I don’t get home before 12.

Saturday, 5th April

Photographed Lisa today for my trashthedress photography site.

Friday, 4th April

Simonstown view from Glencairn beach.

Thursday, 3rd April

This was from the Loudfire AFG event in Camps bay, past Thursday, today I only photographed a kitchen and it was not that great, the kitchen that is. Oh well, at least the garden is also looking good. This shot reminds me of school and history -Shaka and Dingaan… oh, and Piet Retief.

Wednesday, 2nd April 2008

Landscape photography is something I love. To see more, please click here

Tuesday, 1st April 2008

It’s a perfect day; the sun is shining, the tide is high and the water is warm. On my way back from the beach, I cut through the graveyard and noticed a grave where some wild figs have almost covered it. I enjoy graveyards, it may sound weird, but I always find them to be so peaceful and something which always reminds me how precious my life is and how little time there is left. A poem by Dylan Thomas is fitting. It was my first and only poem I ever remembered. To see more of my ‘graveyard’ photography (angels) please click here

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan’t crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

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