After visiting some art exhibitions and walking through the parks on Monday, I ended my day reading brochures and writing some notes by the candlelight in a little Italian restaurant. My humble travellers dinner... who am I kidding!? I really struggled eating that whole pizza all by myself and I even finished it off with a proper tiramisu. It was a good treat and a perfect way to end my day: Surrounded by all the noise and the people in the restaurant, just wrapped in my own thoughts, enjoying my own company before I took the bus home from across the street.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Some time on my own
After visiting some art exhibitions and walking through the parks on Monday, I ended my day reading brochures and writing some notes by the candlelight in a little Italian restaurant. My humble travellers dinner... who am I kidding!? I really struggled eating that whole pizza all by myself and I even finished it off with a proper tiramisu. It was a good treat and a perfect way to end my day: Surrounded by all the noise and the people in the restaurant, just wrapped in my own thoughts, enjoying my own company before I took the bus home from across the street.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
My friend, London
So, I decided to spend some quality time with London and the two of us seem to get along quite well after all. The past few days I have been focusing on taking some time off to see the parks and open spaces, while the last of the warm autumn sun is still with us. I have made a promise to London: That I will stop blaming him for my unfulfilled expectations and my bitterness in life, and start enjoying everything he has to offer me while time is on my side. And what do you know... my dear new friend has shown me a little bit of myself in his streets and the parks. From now on whenever I have the time, even if it's just for an hour or two before I go to work, I will spend some time with London.
Southwark Park
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Musicians
This was a sad picture. An excellent violinist, standing outside Embankment Station at midnight with an electrical violin and a small monitor. He obviously doesn't even have enough money to take care of his violin properly. I was wondering how he gets such a beautiful sound out of his instrument with that broken bow. The few hair that's still left on his bow is held together by masking tape. How does a musician with so much talent and potential end up here? Walking along the streets at midnight, you can hear the sounds of musicians on the sidewalks and bridges. Trumpets, accordians, guitars, violins... sad little tunes floating through the dark, echoeing over the water of the river. It makes me wonder: Is it a lack of ambition or a lack of opportunity that drives them to the streets? Maybe it's just the pleasure of playing their music, anywhere, anytime, dedicating their talent to the night.
(I turned the camera upside down again. Sorry! I always forget!)
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Thoughts
Seer Oe
Elke dag 'n nuwe bril,
maar elkeen laat my visie blur.
Daar is geen helder beeld.
Ek probeer my oe toeknyp,
vir dae lank aaneen,
maar kort voor lank moet ek weer loer...
Daar is geen verandering.
Ek neem my oe ver op reis.
Elke dag 'n nuwe beeld,
maar die fokus bly steeds effe dof.
Geen lense is voldoende.
Ek soek steeds na 'n ander bril.
'n Ander visie moet bestaan,
maar elke soeke lei net weer
na dieselfde troebel beelde.
Vandag maak ek my oe oop
En sien 'n nuwe beeld
In die verte is 'n helder lig
Wat net-net wil verdwyn.
Die nuwe bril laat my oe pyn.
Die inspanning is groot.
My oe raak dit nog gewoond
Maar die moontlikheid is daar.