While wondering around the hills of Zakopane we came across this lively little A-frame house. It is so small and cute, and it looks like the perfect place to spend a few relaxing` days.
Continuing on the theme of taking photos on a run, here are two photos that I took of St James beach. I have run to this beach over 1000 times; it is generally by turning point on my mid-week runs.
The second photo was taken just a couple of days ago. It is the same beach in low-tide on a wind-free day. Doesn’t it look lovely?
And the first photo was taken about a week ago in a very windy high tide. Waves were crashing over the boardwalk between Muizenberg and St James beaches, and the beach was covered in water. I took this shot from the end of the subway onto the beach. The subway was flooded and covered and sand and shells.
It amazes me how the same places are constantly changing, and every time I pass the same places on the same running routes, it looks differet, or I see something new.
One think I love about running (yes I know I have said this many times) is seeing the world around me. I run back-roads that I don’t usually travel in my car, and I have so much more time to see that world around me.
Today I am going to share you a collection of photos I have built up of some of the walls in Muizenberg. Every photo was taken on a run going through the Muizenberg community. Walls can be so boring, so if you have to have high walls, the community in Muizenberg have found ways to make them more interesting.
This bird is literally flying out of the spray can. And I love the way the artist was using graffiti to paint graffiti and end up with a beautiful piece of art.
Here is a somewhat glued-together origami bird.
And just around the corner of the origami bird is…another origami bird.
Funky music happening here.
Praying mantis on a Protea (the Protea is the national flower of South Africa).
This last wall reminds me of MC Escher’s etchings, and you can see that painter has left his phone number if you want to give him a shout.
One thing we noticed at the festival is how proud the locals are of the heritage. Many people were dressed in traditional lederhosen, and they were not people in one of the events, they were just regular visitors to the festival. I think its great. We need to be proud of both our culture and our heritage.
We were lucky to be in Vienna during the annual harvest festival – a big celebration of local food and culture. The best part is that it was largely attended by Viennese locals, and we were one of the few tourists there.
The beer hall (of course there was a beer hall) had traditional singing and dancing throughout the day – although I find the Viennese folk dancing very different from the waltz for which the city is so famous. Most of the dances seem to require you to either stamp your feed, slap your knees, or slap your partner. But it was entertaining to watch.
Slap your knees
Dancing with your partner
Inside the beerhall