worth a thousand

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oh so blah

Lol...the blahs are what I usually do when I draft a blog post.

I upload the pics first, making sure there's space for the text which comes later. But this morning I feel like I should leave it in.

It's not that the morning at the Helderberg Nature Reserve was blah in a boring way. Absolutely not! The air was crisp and filled with chirping birds and ribbitting frogs and it was bucolic and lovely.

It's just that despite all the prettiness I couldn't get into any kind of photo groove. It doesn't help that I'm not into taking pics of flowers...or mountains and lakes. I stalked a few toddlers with their grannies but the savvy grans soon cottoned on and whipped their charges off to get milkshakes at the restaurant.

 

And school starts on Monday.

Blah. Bleh. 

vampires in the fynbos

I spent the morning on the slopes of the Helderberg mountain. I knew things were looking up when the guy at the gate let me in without paying...(woohoo!who says nothing's for free?!)...and it just got better.

Everything was covered in heavy, glittering dew from the rainfall the day before. It sparkled.

I spent ages (bum-in-air-mode, but the place was empty so I didn't have to worry about blinding the unsuspecting public as they rounded the corner) trying to capture the light.
It looked like tiny fairy lights were strung everywhere!

 

 

 

 

I sat myself down on a bench in the sun and just soaked it all up.

The fish eagles call, the drone of an aeroplane, the faint cry of children playing down at the pond...and the pungent smell of fynbos.

Then I climbed into a sarmie (a South African sandwich not someone into molesting oriental boys   *g*)  and read.

Yep. Undead and Unwed . 

The funniest vampchic lit I've read in ages. Seriously.
Betsy, the prophesied Queen of the Vampires, is hi-la-rious.

Vampires in the fynbos. Another day in paradise.

More pics to follow in flickr.

Elis Regina & Tom Jobim- Waters of March