Fuck.. fuck.. fuck!

Yesterday when I got home I prepaired some food for the two puppies, and went down the garden to the den where they sleep.They were nowhere to be seen, and I thought they had been stolen.

Upon further enquiry I was told that our maid had taken them for two kids in the neighbourhood. I was very pissed off as the one puppy was mine, and I had told her not to take him. I phoned her, but she assured me she had just taken the one puppy and left the male behind.

Then this morning my friend phones and tells me they had found the puppy, but that he was dead. Apparently he had gotten out of the den and fell in the pool. They found him this morning while cleaning the garden.

I am feeling rather sick in my stomach at the moment. He really was such a beautiful little thing.

Fuck!

Black

I’m lying on a bed of broken glass
Memories of our life spread all around me
But as I try to recall, they all turn to black

My life an empty canvas, ready to transform
and as I reach for the colours from our past
these too fade to black

I know I gave it everything, as you gave me
the clothes from your back, and still I see you
there in the shadows, just out of reach

The once beautiful, turning to marble and steel

As the colours fade between you and I,
and the world turns back to black

I clear the bed of old, and lay a crisp white sheet

Haystack 2 - Needle 0

A few years ago while on one of my hikes in the hills near where I live, I snapped a photo of this old bottle. It became one of the photos in the pub of our local Restaurant.

On Friday I was asked by the owner if it would be possible to have the bottle to display together with the photo. Needless to say I can't remember whether or not I actually collected the bottle at the time, and If maybe I left it at B's house when I left. So instead I decided to head out on Saturday morning and go look for it.

First I went through my photo archives to find the photo of the bottle. Once I found it I then looked at the sequence in which the photos were taken, to get an idea of an approximate area where the bottle could be. There was a photo of a fallen tree, an old ruin with tiled floors, the photo of the bottle, and a few of the area after that. I new where it was and it left me with an area of about fifty square meters to search in.

G asked if she could accompany me to help out, and since four eyes would be better than two I happily agreed.

We agreed to meet at the spot at 7am on Saturday and parted ways. Early Saturday I headed over to the hills and met with G. The place was completely grown over and nowhere near as open as it was the first time I was there. The chances were slim, but we started searching anyway.

I had made copies of the photo sequences before I left home, so armed with these we started searching in the general area. G decided she would start from the outside perimeter and search inwards while I would search outwards. I can tell you with confidence that it was hell. The entire area was overgrown with Blacjacks, and pretty soon we looked like we were camouflaged for the war zone.

After an hour of searching we both agreed that it was fruitless. Although we had found every item and place preceeding and following the bottle on the photos, the bottle was nowhere to be found.

G had brought a flask of coffee and some biscuits, so we sat on a rock and contemplated the chances of success in finding the bottle. Unless we could find a way to rid the place of all the undergrowth, we both agreed the chances would be pretty slim. So we parted again, but both willing to give it another try the Sunday morning. Of course our attempts at finding the bottle did not improve the following day either.

Our only chance of finding the bottle would come if the winter fires burnt away the growth, or as G jokingly added; that we hire two weedeaters and rip the place apart. As tempting as that was, we decided to check in now and again as we pass the area, to see when it had burnt down.

With the shanty town a kilometer or two down the road, our wait might not be that long after all.

Horny Gods

Zephyrus, or just Zephyr, in the original Greek Zéphyros (Ζέφυρος), in Latin Favonius, is the Greek god of the west wind. The gentlest of the winds, Zephyrus is known as the fructifying wind, the messenger of spring. It was thought that Zephyrus lived in a cave in Thrace.

Zephyrus was reported as having several wives in different stories. He was said to be the husband of his sister Iris, the goddess of the rainbow. He abducted another of his sisters, the goddess Chloris, and gave her the domain of flowers. With Chloris, he fathered Carpus ("fruit"). He is said to have vied for Chloris's love with his brother Boreas, eventually winning her devotion. Additionally, with yet another sister and lover, the harpy Podarge (also known as Celaeno), Zephyrus was said to be the father of Balius and Xanthus, Achilles' horses.

One of the surviving myths in which Zephyrus features most prominently is that of Hyacinth. Hyacinth was a very handsome and athletic Spartan prince. Zephyrus fell in love with him and courted him (see also: Mythology of same-sex love), and so did Apollo. The two competed for the boy's love, but he chose Apollo, driving Zephyrus mad with jealousy. Later, catching Apollo and Hyacinth throwing a discus, Zephyrus blew a gust of wind at them, striking the boy in the head with the falling discus. When Hyacinth died, Apollo created the hyacinth flower from his blood.[2]

In the story of Cupid and Psyche, Zephyrus served Cupid by transporting Psyche to his cave.

With the Compliments of the ever reliable Wikipedia.

Surprise Attack

A Retro touch to this Buick Skylark muscle car

She shall return no more..

It has been a long time coming, but the sadness is slowly enveloping me

Creaping into every core of my being. First the longing then the tears

Oh what have I become.. It cannot be this way..

I thought I could love, and live apart..

Once is sweet return, twice is love that’s meant to be..
But thrice I fear, is lover gone..

Luna's Litter II

Well, if anyone of you looked closer you might have realised that there are in fact NINE puppies. I only found out yesterday when I started feeding them solids. Wonder if that is a record of some sort?



Well, my work for the restaurant is complete and I have lots of free time on my hands.

I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I didn't charge the Restaurant for the use of my photos. Instead I asked that my details be reflected on each one, so that I could benefit from the exposure. The only thing I'm unhappy about now, is the fact that the framer did a shoddy job and the inner border is in the process of warping. The owner assured me this will be rectified this week.



Also they have again asked me to contribute another 30photos for the restrooms and the older section which they are repainting. I've already given them a quote and will see what happens from there.

Here are two shots I took for the Father's Day theme. The classic Motor car club had a show at the restaurant on Sunday.

Luna's Litter

Here they are! Luna has succesfully given birth to eight beautiful little puppies. Okay, okay it was a while ago, but I was very busy with the restaurant and didn't get to it till now. Anyway, this photo was taken on Sunday as they enjoyed the little bit of warmth the winter's day afforded.

On the day they were born I found two of the puppies away from the den and almost dying. I managed to get their body temperatures up and returned them to Luna where she welcomed them and has managed to raise all of them without loss.

I was surprised how well she coped since this is her first litter, but she has lost a lot of weight and I hope she will be back to her bounceful self soon enough.

The runt named 'Tiger' is the one I'm choosing to keep. The rest already have homes ready for them once they are big enough.

Window View

Old Military Base - Boksburg

Down here..

Well, Saturday evening went down very well. And the response was overwhelming to say the least.

I did have a bit of a surprise when I finally saw the framed photos though. I thought they would be bigger. I was under the impression the photos were going to be A3 size and the frames then larger. Instead the frame was A3, with the photos a lot smaller.

I took a few snaps when I arrived and you'll see that they should have been a lot bigger. Anyhow, everone loved them so I should be grateful I guess. You decide.

Higher

This weekend will be the make or break for me, as far as my photographic aspirations are concerned.The framed photos will arrive at the restaurant today while I am at work, and be up on the walls by the time I get home this afternoon.

I've already had offers from 2 people to do themed photos for their homes. On top of that, the marketing guy has forwarded some of my best work to his previous employer; one of the biggest publishers in the country: Struik. I'm dumbfounded at how things have unfolded over the last couple of weeks. Maybe my dreams of becoming a proffesional photographer like my dad is no longer out of my reach.

Don't worry I'll keep my day-job for now.

The builders were franticly busy last night adding the finishing touches to the Tudor style restaurant.

The opening night is on Saturday with over 200 people attending. I am going to be nervous as hell.

Soulfood

For my friend Belinda

High & Mighty

Abandoned Dairy - Walkerville