This was first posted in January 2011
“I take shots of Atlantic cloudbanks pouring over the mountain backdrop where I live, seeing them melt as they reach the hot air in the valley and their vapours trail into fantastic melting shapes.
Knowing that this scouring, punishing wind is probably the start of what’s causing floods up-country, I think about weather ructions tearing up the Southern Hemisphere, and suddenly even the stars piercing the deep, dark blue of this Cape night seem strangely placed.
All over the world people have a skin-rippling sense of discomfort, of something having shifted, and everyone I speak to seems to be drawing nearer to loved ones, to friends.
It’s like we’ve woken up only to find ourselves on the wrong side of the consumer age, and there’s a real desire for the things we just can’t buy.
Sure, there’s still a massive contingent of people throwing truckloads of bling into the blank spaces within, but there are even more who are trimming down on the stuff and pulling their people closer.”
January 2011
joberry4 
Thank you for posting again.
You back in the cape? i’m here too now, my love of false bay and the atlantic have brought me back to my childhood places.
Watched the crescent moon set the other night over simonstown, meant to write about it, but it inspired the poet in me, and i was grateful for that.
peace and love.
No, still in the UK – reposted this because it seemed to fit the times. Send False Bay my love xx