Left to right, top to bottom:
- Flower in my friend’s garden. Hashtag life goals.
- Always choose the window seat. View as I flew over Africa from Amsterdam. All desert sand and blue skies.
- Dendrobium Orchid. Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco.
- Painted Heart. Union Square. San Francisco.
- Dahlia garden outside the Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco. The Conservatory is free to all visitors on the first Tuesday of every month.
- Orchid. Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco.
- Ronda Rousey’s response to people who think her body is too masculine.
- J.K. Rowling is awesome. Not only did she write the Harry Potter series (which I still haven’t read), but she her response to a disparaging remark on Serena William’s body, is simply perfect.
- Julia’s last fuckable day.
- Donald Trump is a dick, but Heidi Klum is unfazed by his comments on her body.
Feel free to send me any links to articles on women being awesome.
Photograph taken in San Francisco.
I’ve just finished reading, “N.P.” by Banana Yoshimoto. It’s an odd book and it tries to touch on many themes: suicide, lesbianism, incest, abortion, the occult and drugging your friend.
“How were her father and Otohiko different? With millions of men on the earth, why did she choose her own relatives?
Sui was selective about what she believed.
There’s no such thing as perfect love. If you and Otohiko break up, he will be relieved too.
Are you happy with your life up to this point? It’s your fault that nothing good has happened to you.
Despite her arrogance, she was well aware that hers was a slender existence. She believed in the groans of that dubious soul, and the brilliance of her own tuition.
She possessed a life force that was fundamental and untamed. She was like a kitten who is flung into muddy water and cries pitifully but still survives. Shoji lacked that tenacity, and people like Otohiko and I are unable to believe in it completely and remain ambivalent.”
Painted ladies. Alamo Park. San Francisco.
It’s August and I’m back in Cape Town. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, reflecting. I’ve been thinking about all the things I’m proud of and grateful for this past month. I’ve also been thinking about what I want to achieve in the upcoming months.
I’m grateful for friends, who are willing to spend a couple of hours in the airport while you wait for your plane. I am grateful for the friends I am made during my 5 week sojourn in America. I am grateful for an aunt that misses my presence and invites me to supper the day after I’ve returned. I am grateful for friends that trust me with their secrets. I am grateful for having people to come home to. I am grateful.
I am proud of having the courage and confidence to print out one of my photographs and put it up for auction. And more proud for not falling apart when no one bid on my work. Not everyone’s going to like what you put out there (some people will find it depressing) and that’s okay. And even though no one bid on my work, this won’t stop me from producing and perfecting my art. I’m going to plugging away at it. I’m going to keep entering photographic competitions.
This is going to sound silly, but public transport in foreign countries scares me. And because of this fear I generally end up walking EVERYWHERE. But because of my limited time in San Francisco, walking everywhere simply wasn’t feasible so I ended up taking the bus and the train. And I’m proud of this little achievement.
I’m proud of myself for joining the running club in Davis for an afternoon run.
Goals for August:
- Attempt to make an awesome couscous salad. Ha! Unfortunately, I still don’t have a clear idea of what I’d like to achieve during this month.
Before I subject you to my photographs of this week’s exploits, may I direct your attention to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s article on body-shaming black, female athletes?
Quote from article:
Sharapova, at 6 feet 2 and 130 pounds (Williams is 5 feet 9 and weighs 150 pounds), admits that that she wishes she could be even thinner: “I always want to be skinnier with less cellulite; I think that’s every girl’s wish.” (Is it? Should it be?)
I think it’s so sad that Sharapova worries more about her weight and cellulite, than about being awesome and kicking ass.
The first two photos were taken at Monterey Bay Aquarium and the last few were taken in San Diego.
My time in Davis, California is drawing to an end and in my spare time I’m trying to document every aspect of this little college town.
Here are some photos taken at the Arboretum, one of my favourite places in Davis. (My other favourite hangout is the Co-op, a grocery store close. There’s not much to do in Davis.)
The photos don’t provide an accurate depiction of the Arboretum. They neglect to to highlight the pair of river otters feeding in the creek, the couples lounging on the lawn, the love locks on the bridge, the spectacular birds who won’t stay put long enough for me to snap a picture. Inconsiderate little things. How am I supposed to win the National Geographic award if they don’t stay still?
I’m currently reading Zadie Smith’s novel “On beauty”. I absolutely love her writing. It is so addictive that I’m already planning on purchasing her other novels. Here’s a quick extract:
“Summer left Wellington abruptly and slammed the door on the way out. The shudder sent the leaves to the ground all at once, and Zora Belsey had that strange, late-September feeling that somewhere in a small classroom with small chairs an elementary school teacher was waiting for her.”
I’m currently in California on a scholarship. Class is kicking my ass. Here are some pictures to give you an idea of what my life is currently like.
Food on display at Wednesday’s Davis Farmers Market.Sunflowers are a thing in Sacramento.
Piano found in a park close to the university campus.
Artichoke flowers. I tasted my first artichoke a couple of days ago.
Class is heading to San Francisco tomorrow. That should be fun.
Photo taken in Istanbul.
Nicole recently sent her “No BS club” a end-of-the-month template. The template allows readers to quickly reflect on the past month and commit to future goals or projects. Here’s my review of the past month.
The three things I’m most proud of from this past month are:
When I first read this question I thought, “Erm …” I’ve spent a great chunk of this month travelling: Istanbul, Fethiye, Durban and California. This doesn’t feel like much of an accomplishment. Accomplishments aren’t FUN. Accomplishments are BIG. They take months of training, hard work, require strict schedules and end with a medal to prove your worth. But after giving this some more thought, I’ve decided that there are a number of little things that I am proud of.
– I am a proud of entering my first photo competition. Believing that you actually stand a chance, that I am good enough, THAT takes courage.
– Asking strangers if I could take their photograph. There have been many moments where I’ve met interesting individuals and wanted to capture their adorable faces on film. Unfortunately, I’ve never had the chutzpah to ask. This year I spoke up.
– Being a little braver each day. There are many moments during my Turkey trip where I was a little nervous. But glad that I didn’t allow fear and nerves to get the better of me.
The three things I’m most grateful for from this past month are:
– I am immensely grateful for the opportunities that I’ve been granted. (I’m currently in the California for 5 weeks on a partial scholarship).
– I am grateful for parents who placed a huge emphasis on education, and that they had the funds available to send me to university.
– I am glad that money isn’t a concern. I’m not rich, but I’m glad that I don’t have to worry about where I am going to find the cash to fix my car.
The most impactful lesson I learned this past month is:
– Ask. Ask. Ask. If you’re unsure of something, ask, even if you think it’s a silly question. If you’re curious about something or someone, ask. Do not bottle up your questions and curiosity. It could lead to something beautiful.
Nicole’s template had a number of additional questions related to our goals and aspirations for July. I didn’t answer those questions. I plan to spend this month exploring California and taking it all it. I plan to eat as many interesting dishes as possible (as long it’s vegetarian or halaal), meet strangers I befriended on the internet, AND capture it all on film.
I spent a few days in Goreme, Turkey – visiting the Open Air Museum, hot air ballooning, going to a hamam (a Turkish bath), taking photos of so many pretty flowers, getting lost, worrying about dehydration and screaming like a little girl at the approach of a dog … I now wish that I hadn’t been so impatient to leave and see the rest of Turkey. It would have been nice to ride a horse through Rose Valley.
Photo taken in Kaş, Turkey.
Photo taken in Cirali, Turkey.
While I was in Turkey I managed to ride a hot air balloon, drink Turkish tea on a yacht, marveled at several beautiful mosques and read two books: “Snow” by Orphan Pamuk and “White Teeth” by Zadie Smith.
I really loved Zadie Smith’s “White Teeth” and have recently purchased “On beauty”. (I did NOT love “Snow” and upon completion ended up discarding the novel at the airport). I’ll try to transcribe a larger paragraph or section from “White Teeth” before I leave for Durban. Key word in that sentence is “try”.
Anyway, I’m currently reading “Kinshu” by Teru Miyamoto, who is apparently a prize-winning author in Japan. “Kinshu” consists entirely of an exchange of letters between a divorced couple.
Here’s an extract from the novel:
““She said her four sons had died in battle, but this was not entirely true. My father said that there was at least one untruth in Grandmother’s story. Three of her sons did in fact perish in battle, but the second-eldest, Kensuke, seeing his comrades die one after the other from starvation and malarial fever in Burma, walked deep into the forest and hanged himself. His death in battle had been fabricated by the military, and Grandmother learned the truth from a soldier who had been repatriated from Burma. He came to visit, carrying a small square paper box containing Kensuke’s ashes, as well as his glasses and his tattered notebook. When Grandmother heard that Kensuke had not died by an enemy bullet but by his own hand, her face turned deathly pale. Only one thing was written in his notebook: ‘I was not happy.’””
Photo taken while driving from the Kayseri Airport to Goreme. I managed to get a fairly cheap flight from Istanbul to Cappadocia via Turkish Airlines (60TL approximately R273.95).
Horse ranch close to Goreme Open Air Museum. Unfortunately I didn’t have the chance to ride any horses while I was in Turkey. Sad face. I guess I’m just going to have to go back.
Taken while I was bundu bashing through the valleys of Goreme.
Hot air ballooning. Definitely a highlight.
Photo taken while sipping apple tea from the balcony of a Korean Restaurant in Goreme.
And I’m back home in cold, cold Cape Town. After spending 21 glorious days in Turkey. And it was glorious.
If I were to draw up a quick list of my top 5 moments in Turkey they would:
1 Hot air ballooning
I loved how completely and utterly safe I felt floating around in a giant wicker basket. Our trip started with a short safety briefly, during which our pilot stated that under no circumstances were we to jump out during mid-flight.
I loved the heat on my back. I loved the smell of helium. I loved sound the gas makes as it rushes out of the tank, like waves crashing on rocks. I loved watching the landscape change to a burnt rust colour with the rising sun. I loved looking at ridiculous shapes of the rock formations. And then there was the people.
While floating above fairy chimneys and admiring the landscape, I met a former South African. She now lives in Geneva and works for the World Health Organisation (WHO). She told me that one of the things I have to try while I’m in Turkey, is go to a hamam. She also told me to email my CV through to her.
2 The generosity of strangers
I met so many individuals, who just treated me so gently. Guys, who bought me cups of tea while I was struggling to stay awake in the bus terminal. Guys, who helped carry my suitcase up a flight of stairs. Strangers, who invited me into their homes for breakfast and dinner.
3) Mud bath in Dalyan
Getting to the mud bath involves taking a boat cruise down a river, from which we could observe Nile River Turtles chilling in the reeds. We also managed to get an awesome glimpse of Lycian tombs from the river.
4 Spending the day on Heybelianda Island
It’s an island off the coast of Istanbul and boy, is it gorgeous. And secluded! Longer post to follow soon.
5 Fresh orange juice every damn day