A fleeing windmill and a fleeting field of flowers flying past outside the car window.
somewhere east of Cape Town, on the way to the dunes of De Hoop, the caves of Arniston and the clouds over Agulhas...
6 September 2009
For some subtle reason, this image elicits in me feelings of absolute calm and the memory of the fluid ebb and flow of the fields in the buffeting wind.
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