Promenade

So, we went marching about in the mist on Saturday and it was cool, both literally and figuratively. I should have updated this then, but this is only my second blog and I'm a firm believer in the fact that it takes 21 times to make something a habit. So cut me some slack. 

Water

It's been a long time since I went up there and the pieces of granite looked like bits of the moon had fallen to the earth. It was awe-inspiring to go and appreciate the beauty that surrounds me again. Tar has this hazardous way of sucking the life out of one. I suppose I really just needed to feel the red earth beneath my feet and pretend that I was a giant and not an ant for a few hours.  

Bloodsucker - Icky Ticky

Anyway, I think I got some good shots - I've been pretty lethargic about cultivating creativity recently, so it felt really good - even though my sister threatened to confiscate the camera and I had a head-on collision with a thorn bush because I wasn't really looking where I was going.

Rust and Proteas

A plane crashed into a pole/ beacon from below.

Pretty purple flowers that hurt my hand a bit.

Report Card:

• We saw black eagles.
• My sister was stung by a bee and her finger swelled up - it looked awesome.
• My sister and I had to stop to admire the view a good number of times while climbinf the rock.
• I saw the rock from behind for the first time ever.
• My cousin looked for pinecones to munch the pinenuts out of.
• I revived my obsessive need to photograph everything I see.

...then I went and babysat 6 Belgian Kids. I was pretty physched that I could understand Flemish, but not as physched as I was when I got paid at the end of the night.