Can you believe that we have stumbled, leopard-crawled and dragged ourselves to this point in 2020? The landscape that we leave behind as we head towards this “festive” season does not represent any that our generation has seen before. We have lost heroes, friends, family and many people that we knew perhaps fleetingly along the way. Some claimed so suddenly that I am certainly reeling from their passing. Those of us who have made it this far have a lot to be thankful for and I include myself in that group. Without sounding like the lyrics to a country song, I still have food on the table, a roof over my head and a family that loves me. The passing of 2020 will not necessarily be mourned as it did teach us attributes that we possibly did not know that we had. ‘Resilience’ could be the word of the year. Many of us learned new skills to keep ourselves occupied and mentally stable and I am hoping to continue to practice some of those going into 2021. This posting is a sort of retrospective of some of the images that popped up in my Facebook memories or from the limited travelling that I did when it was permitted. Please stay safe and stay healthy. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings and she is still singing…
A desolate small town somewhere in South Africa. Many of these communities are depleted because of lack of work or the fact that the major roads no longer go through them.
Beside one of the lesser travelled roads heading to the coast.
There is always time to stop and record the decay of building on a road trip.
From a forest floor.
Reach for the sky.
This Jumping Spider seems to have its eyes wide open.
Look for beauty in the simplest items.
A cup of coffee and a camera. A photographers delight.
Smoking.
Perfection.
Time to paint the world a different hue?
I might not have seen the alignments of the planets that to overcast weather, but I did get to experience this phenomenon.
My sentiments EXACTLY!
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