Slangkop Lighthouse is like a colossal magnet the way it keeps pulling me back to try and capture the perfect shot. I should have waited until there were dramatic clouds and a blazing autumn sky to photograph, but this iconic landscape still gives me something different every time I drive there at sunset.
It’s a little grainy as I took the shot without a tripod in very low light conditions, but the lights of Seapoint are so amazing to see at sunset, it would be a shame not to share. Taken from the foothills of Signal Hill.
My back garden is like a war zone at the moment. The horrible drought that has taken a grip on Cape Town has forced more and more wild birds to leave their mountainside habitat and look for water in domestic gardens. Lately I’ve had species of sunbird I don’t normally get to see in my garden coming to feed and the squabbles and antics are fascinating to witness.
Dry and hot weather results in quite a few scraps among the different species. Most of the time it’s like watching kids in a playground as they fight for a spot at the spout.
Although sometimes different species do get along and it’s quite a civil affair.
There are more take offs and landings in my garden than at Heathrow at the moment 🙂
And then there are the domestic disputes. Or maybe it was a mating ritual. Either way I photographed their interaction for 10 minutes. In heat of 32 degrees C !!
As for the ubiquitous and gutsy Cape White Eyes, there’s often a tag team to take on the competition – although squabbles amongst themselves are equally common 🙂
Then there are the playground bullies who scare everyone else away. Male weaver birds are notorious thugs.
And the shy guys. Cape Bulbuls are regular visitors but are always on high alert while the other species are uber bold by comparison.
Early morning in the Mother City and despite being dubbed “The Most Beautiful City in the World”, like any other city, the plight of the homeless is even more apparent at daybreak.
Even with a background in journalism where I thought I’d pretty much seen it all, I still find this social ill hard to face.
Young children “bouncing” cigarettes for breakafast while the smell of bacon wafts across Greenmarket Square from the cafes and delis. People with all their possessions in plastic bags and rucksacks wandering among the tourists. These are just some of the scenes this slumbering city wakes up to.
The photos are black and white and underexposed on purpose.