Ok fine, the sunrise is still pretty amazing.
Frozen, desolate, leafless trees sticking out of the ground like brown, bony, monster fingers breaking through the barren soil to take over the world. An eminent threat that has chased the colour green from the landscape.
Veld fires rage with crimson breath and a smokey desire to destroy roaming grasslands and leave behind scorched, apocalyptic fields of nothingness. Continue reading
Ah, how I’m missing those days already. You know the ones that has Sun. Fun. Rinse. Repeat.
The only things I need for survival during the next four months would be cuddling with the wife, in front of our fireplace and a goblet of red wine. Prozac wouldn’t hurt either. For people in the Southern Hemisphere don’t do Winter well.
I’ve posted on nudity before. No, there’s nothing wrong with me. My wife have me checked twice a month.
It was a post on how certain human activities are just not suppose to be executed without clothes on. Things like jogging or getting a haircut. (If you want to leave the awesomeness of THIS post and plunge right in to THAT post, you can start by clicking THIS link, here. But you need to be naked in order to do so. It’s a new updated version of WordPress.)
The point of THIS post would be to add one more item to THAT list of five. And that one activity would be: The Act of Survival. Continue reading
I decided to celebrate the first weekly challenge of 2014 with one of my favourite pics that I’ve taken in 2013. Seems like a fitting start to another exciting year of capturing the world around us. Let’s begin!
Yes, it’s a rose. An obvious interpretation of the theme, or just another excuse to post a pretty picture.
Every time I see this photo I get inspired by the beauty God is creating daily. Small things like a branch, a few scattered birds and the awesome colouring of a sun rising through mist gives me that little injection of optimism and hope every single time.
More proof that I get off with natural colours. In order to prevent myself from sounding like a complete pervert, I’ll let the photo speak for itself. And I didn’t molest the cow. Ask him.
I’ve hit a double whammy with this picture. Saturated with COLOUR and RAIN…
Mauritius…land of beaches, basking and bikini’s. Guess there’s no surfing today…