Day 412 – Slowly does it

Hello. Sorry for the delay in replying. I was photographing snails.

read the message.

And it was very accurate too, because I was photographing snails instead of responding to my Whatsapps this morning. Here’s one of the photographs I took.

In this photograph, I’ve made the snail look really small by including a lot of background around it and restricting the actual snail to a minimal part of the image. But that was only partly by choice, because the snail in question actually was really small. The usual way of describing the size of something is to compare it to something that everybody knows the approximate size of. Like a double decker bus.

This snail was much smaller than a double decker bus.

You’d probably guessed that anyway though, given that if it was anywhere near the size of a double decker bus, I would have had to have been an awful long way away to get the shot above and that fact that there was a snail about the size of a double decker bus wandering around the Southern Suburbs of Cape Town probably would have made the news.
And rightfully so. After all, who among us could forget the great Fishhoek lettuce famine of 1958?

Double decker buses weren’t going to help here, so I employed a different standard, thus:

That’s a regular matchstick, and the snail is much smaller than it.

But dynamite comes in small packages (well, unless you buy it in bulk), and this little guy (and/or gal – cos hermaphrodites, innit?) didn’t see the matchstick as an obstacle: more as a wholly surmountable challenge.

I may have found the world’s first (and smallest) showjumping snail.

Now, I need to get back to those Whatsapps.

Day 410 – A goodbye

Friends of ours emigrated to the UK this morning. Everyone seems to be emigrating at the moment. So much so that I’m wondering if we’re going to be the only people left here soon. Almost a case of “will the last ones out please switch off the light”, although that happens fairly regularly anyway. This particular emigration was foisted upon the family in question by the economic effects of the coronavirus pandemic. I’m quite sure they’d still be happily here if it weren’t for the nastiness of the last 18 months.

But I digress.

I know how hard it is to leave friends, your family and your home country behind. I had a bit of last minute assistance in that regard in that the weather on my way down to Heathrow was absolutely filthy and most anyone who had the option to leave the country for sunnier climes would likely have done so as soon as they possibly could.
Cape Town was nowhere as near as helpfully persuasive this morning.

Eina. Fancy that being your last view (for a while, at least) of your hometown.

And then having to fly to Johannesburg. And then (eventually) to London. I mean, obviously, the place has its perks and positives, but sunrises over the Simonsberg like this? Not so much.

Good luck out there. I’ll keep the photos coming in case you miss the mountains.

Day 387 – Nature, innit?

A few photos as promised.

Mole snake on the beach. Cape Bunting in the bushes. Cape Spurfowl in the garden.

Better than bathrooms, right?

One cool thing I noticed was the reflection of me and my daughter in the eye of the snake:

… we remained a respectful distance away. Promise.

Day 384 – Whose blog is it anyway?

Them: “Look, I know that these autumnal sunrises are pretty and all, but you can’t just keep using them as quota photos for blog posts!”

Me: “Ha!”

So, with that established, here are a couple of quota photos of the autumnal sunrise this morning. (Sat=0)

Delicious anti-crepuscular rays included.

It’s going to be a scorcher of a day. Stay cool!

Day 374 – Dassen Island by night

I didn’t think that the image below deserved Flickr status (that said, I think that the one of the cormorant probably shouldn’t be there either), but I still quite like it. So let’s preserve it for posterity right here.

Dassen Island sits about 9km off the coast at Yzerfontein. There’s not much there save for a lighthouse…

…a penguin colony and a lot of gannets, but a quick look at Google Maps does indicate a little infrastructure at the north end of the island – including that jetty.

And there’s even less to see at night. Because it’s dark, see?

However, if you grab the tripod, stick your short lens on, shelter your camera from the howling wind and time your longish exposure to pick out a flash from the 1.4Mcd light on the 29m tall tower, you can pick out all of the meagre detail: from that lighthouse in the south to the jetty lights in the north, through the evening heat haze. Like this:

Not amazing. But something different. And thinned. Thinned images are still very en vogue.

And that Dassen Island lighthouse characteristic?

Fl(2) W 30s – two white flashes every 30 seconds. I needed to know this so I could time my shot correctly, but when I looked it up, that setup rang a bell with me. And yes, a quick check confirmed that that is exactly the same characteristic as the Langness Lighthouse at Dreswick Point in the Isle of Man. It scares me that I recognised this.