Near an old railway line. Not sure what it is, but I’m drawn to the broken-down and dilapidated. There’s an aura and atmosphere, as well as a hidden history about places like this.
Standing in our garden on a Friday evening and looking out across our village, I tried to catch the moment in these brief words:
Evening falls and the village lights pierce the mellowing glow. Pink wispy clouds stretch themselves across the sky. Like a bright jewel the evening star gazes down, shy, but attentive. A traffic light in the distance blinks green, orange and red, a frail attempt at control in such vast beauty.
A Hadeda, as if voicing its sheer celebration of the past day, arrives, cries out and spirals down to roost. Then, the faint aroma of a braai (barbecue), and I am filled with gratitude and joy. It’s good to be alive.
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I’m watching a particular form of propaganda being pushed in the very structures of our nation. As I watch, it’s insidious tentacles are extending and taking hold of people,
I constantly ask myself, why? Why is propaganda so much more efficient and effective when it sows division and hostility than when it tries to sow unity, togetherness and compassion?
I suppose because the promotion of unity, togetherness and compassion can never be called propaganda. These qualities transcend and refuse to be held captive in the divisive and hostile prisons of disinformation and boosterism. People who hold on to and live these qualities are profoundly disturbing people. Thank God for them.
A small farm house in the Northern Cape. I did it with pen and water colour.
I finished what I needed to do, so I’m breathing the blogging air again. Good to be back. Missed you all. :)
This is hard for me, but I’ve decided to take another break from blogging. Not sure how long it will be this time, but it’s going to be a complete break. I’m just busy with something that, at the moment, is going to need most of my time. Keep well and enjoy your blogging. :)
A small hill nearby where I live. Again done with graphitint pencils. I love the medium.