A snappy quota snap for today – my Saturday promises to be hectic and rushed – although there’s always a slim chance of something later if you’re lucky.
Warmer days at Kirstenbosch in February. With my favourite lump of rock in the background.
You’d think that the best gardens in the Southern Hemisphere would be able to grow a straight tree.
But no.
Category: quota photo
Quota photo – and with good reason!
Dinner was nice, although my son wanted me to leave a piece of freshly cooked pasta on his bedside table when I went to switch his light out this evening. I declined, because it would never have stayed there all night and it was smeared with a generous coating of olive oil. Olive oil, much like baby oil, just never comes out of the sheets, does it?
But, to be honest, it’s gone downhill from there. I have spent the last hour with an accountant, staring at the details of this page. Now, at this point, I should at least explain that the accountant in question was Mrs 6000. And yes, I knew that she was an accountant when I married her, which just shows you how special she must be. As I complained of the latest raping of my payslip by the taxman, her eyes started to sparkle – the things that make normal people come down with a sudden case of narcolepsy make her day. Strange lass.
But even her enthusiasm did little to make a very, very dull subject any less dull. And, when it was over, the verdict was that I openly gave consent for higher percentage relations to take place and my case was thrown out of court with costs. And SARS had been proven right and I turned to the solace of red wine once again.
And thus, onto that quota photo, which – thanks to my wittering on – now no longer really fits the standard definition, but here it is anyway.
Shot by phone from Campground Road in Rondebosch on the way home yesterday evening, the shadow of Devils Peak visible in the evening sunlight through the smoke of the fires in Fishhoek.
The palm trees framed it nicely, the scaffolding less so.
Three Prague Bridges
I was last in Prague [many] years ago, but I loved the place and would be very happy to go back there. Especially given the fact that the kids are playing up today and it’s grey and damp in Cape Town.
Capetonian Joy-Anne Goodenough – whose photographs I featured back in March – has been spending a few weeks over there and has been (semi-)regularly updating her flickr photostream. Here’s one of my favourites, which seems particularly apt on a rather colourless day in the Mother City.
Three Prague Bridges. (I advise you to go large)
A wonderful view looking up the Vltava River and (leaving aside the fact that Joy-Anne evidently can’t count beyond three) a very atmospheric photograph.
You can see more amazing pictures from Joy-Anne’s visit in her Czech 2009 flickr set.
Quota Moon Photo
Just a quick word from me as I am heading off down to Newlands shortly for the Tri-Nations game between South Africa and Australia. It’s a stunning day in Cape Town and it should be an exciting game between two evenly matched teams. But unless I head off shortly, I’m not going to see it.
So herewith a quota photo of the moon taken this morning for your enjoyment. It was going down as the sun was coming up, which made for some nice shots. I took a few which I’ll pop up on Flickr shortly, [EDIT: Here they are] but this one is one of my favourites.
Watch out for tweets from the rugby later on.
Hie’ kommie Bokke! Hie’ kommie Bokke!
On the rocks
On the rocks in more ways than one.
I have been suffering with horrendous stomach ache today and it’s because of this that you’re only getting a quota photo this evening.
I am putting it down mainly to last night’s prawn madras: at least the combination of that and the beer and brandy.
Add to that the [few] hours sleep I managed and it’s a recipe for disaster.
The rest of the Boulders photos can be found here. And jolly nice some of them are, too.
More tomorrow, should I last that long.