Green, white and blue, with some pink

For some reason my hay fever is a lot worse this year than in previous ones. More like a sinus allergy. I wonder if it has to do with the fact that I have been crawling amongst the flowers a lot more this year looking for nice photos.

Gamtoos Sunset

Sunset over the Gamtoos River flood plain

Knersus' teeth.

When I was growing up there was an Afrikaans kiddies show on South African tv called Oscar en Knersus. Oscar was a rabbit while Knersus was a big Pterodactyls with huge teeth. Knersus was always trying to catch Oscar. For some reason we always called these plants Knersus' teeth because the look like teeth. I haven't been able to find the proper name, so if anybody know...

Rusty barbed wire

There is something about photographing barb wire... Above is my second attempt. Here you will see my first.

Pretty little flowers

A small patch of little wild flowers I encountered on the Sardinia Bay Golf Course the other day. Crawling around on the grass and in the flowers didn't do my hay fever allergies any good, but anything for the picture.

Fishermen or Anglers?

What are the difference between fishermen and anglers? In my book, fishermen are the guys who actually catch fish and anglers are those who ... well, get home and tell you about the big one that got away. Here my Boet (sitting) and his buddy Phil is fishing angling on the banks of the Gamtoos River. The previous day they went out with the boat for about 3 hours and got nothing. On this morning they got about 6 tiny little things which they had to throw back. Needless to say, we braai'd lamp chops for supper.

By the way. Happy birthday to my Boet for today. From today he's off the calender. If you don't know what that means, the highest number you can find on a calender is 31 and he's not there anymore.

JR's Christening

As you may know, every now and then I deviate a little off my normal photography routine to post something significant that has happened in my family.

My nephew Jacques Ryan was born on 24 May 2009. His christening took place two weeks ago (yes, yes, I realise its been a while, but I just haven't come round to posting it) at St Marks church here in Port Elizabeth.

He was brought into the church by my Boet's future mother-in-law who was beaming with pride over her first grandchild's big day.

The weirdest part of the christening for me was the fact that they do it through a blessing and a prayer and not with water on the forehead as we are used to. The reason, the minister explained, is that they are a community church and welcome Christen people from all churches and that there are some churches that has a different believe about the meaning of the water. Something like that. Not sure now what the whole reason is, but will ask my Boet next time I see him.

The proud parents coming out the church with JR in his great great grandmother's christening dress. I did make the statement that I hope its the first and last time that he wears a dress.

And lastly cutting the christening cake at the party afterwards. As you can see by now my Boet had changed as we had a braai at his (soon to be) mother-in-law's place with the family.