Friday afternoon on the pipe track above Camps Bay. Twelve Apostles reflected in puddles filled with Wednesday’s rain. Sun smudged by a bank of clouds; two cold fronts on the way. River of light swirls on the horizon as the sun moves to another continent, another dawn, another day, towards summer somewhere far away. Under a bush a Cape Francolin scrabbles and lies down for the night. Under the bush it is dark. 
2 comments:
Love the new design, Judy.
that's awesome. I really loved it.
Damp Away
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