Yep, those are birds silhouetted against orange skyline. Click on the picture to see the large version – can you imagine them all enjoying sun-downers? Non-alcoholic, of course. Hey have to fly you know.
While out taking photos on the beach I was aware of this young woman having an extremely long and serious-seeming conversation on her phone. She ambled around, away from everyone else, poking at beach artifacts with her feet, and pausing for long periods of silence. I have no idea what they were talking about, but from her demeanor it seemed a lot like a break-up call. I wanted to walk over and give her a hug – but that would have been awkward, and weird.
I haven’t tried my wetsuit on for about a year, but the last memory that I have of it is struggling like an angry crab trying to shed a particularly clingy exoskeleton.
I’m not sure if it’s that the suit shrunk and is thus now tighter than it was before (I mean, it’s impossible that I’ve grown), or if wetsuits are generally meant to be really difficult to exit from. Don’t you just hate that?
The dad in this photo was walking on the beach with his small son in had, stopping every so often to look at the view. It was quite and unusual sight, different from that of a dad with a rowdy son running up and down like a termite on speed.
As with my previous one, this photo was also taken at Sea Point beach. Click on the picture and take a closer look the thousands of shells that (with the exception of rocky outcrops) literally cover every inch of this shore. Pretty awesome heh?
I took this photo at Sea Point. The beaches aren’t the greatest for swimming, or for playing ball games, but there is some kind of appeal, different from that of the white sand-covered beaches of Clifton and Camps Bay.