I found this lovely Italian villa in Langebaan of all places when out on a training run. One of the great things about running is that you see so much more of the world around you, so when I finished my run I grabben my camera and went straight out to take this shot.
I still find it a little strange seing such an Italin looking house in the middle of the west-coast fishing village of Langebaan.
This is another panoramic shot that I took when I was at Langebaan a couple of weeks ago. It is very seldom that the water is so calm and glass-like, it is normally full of that white horses whipped up by the South-Easter wind. It was amazing to enjoy the beautiful (yet cold) weather. It was actually perfectly calm for water-skiing, but it is a long time since I have done that, and the water would be far too cold. Click on the shot to see more detail of this wonderful place.
Some completely useless information is that Langebaan Lagoon is one of the few in the world to be made by the tides moving in and out; there is no river feeding it. It consists completely of salt water.
Yesterday I posted a photo of Langebaan lagoon on a really calm morning. Although it was freezing cold, the still weather continued throughout the day, and we did not have any wind at all. We were also blessed with a glorious sunset, so I grabbed my camera (this time the SLR), and rushed down to the water’s edge to grab a shot or two.
Here are some of the results.
Boat on the lagoon at sunset
Long exposure of Langebaan Lagoon
Golden light; another long exposure of Langebaan Lagoon
I was at Langebaan for the weekend, and I took my point and shoot with me on an early morning run (more proof a great shot does not always need the top camera). Anyway, the water in the lagoon looked so calm and peaceful. I think I captured the atmosphere in this shot. This is in contrast to the howling South-Easter that normally blasts through everything at Langebaan.
I really like this shot; What do you think? By the way this is a large panorama, so click on the photo to zoom in.
This old Morris Minor has clearly seen better days. I hope that somebody is planning on restoring her, but I think that it is going to take a great deal of work to get it running again.
Isn’t it amazing how nostalgic we get about old cars? We give them genders, we feel bad when they get old, and we have an inner urge to maintain and look after them forever.My first cars was an orange Opel Kadett (which was my mothers and then brothers). It leaked in the rain, and sometimes mushrooms grew on the carpets, but it was my first car, and I loved it. Although I was a little relieved when I upgraded to a newer car (also a purchased hand me down, but this time a Toyota Corolla). I can still easily remember every car that I have owned since. Considering that cars are just bits of metal and glass, our attachment to cars is all rather strange.
What was your first car?