Tuesday, 26 February 2013
One of many bird lists I have kept ~
and some visual notes
on ground nesting birds
and those keeping an eye on them
filming
keeping out of the way
or or just looking
Labels:
african,
birds,
blacksmith plover,
diary,
fisheagle,
gemsbok,
ink sketches,
memoire,
oryx,
ride the wings of morning,
sketchbook,
sketches,
sophie neville,
southern Africa,
springbok,
true story
Monday, 25 February 2013
Monday, 11 February 2013
The Waterberg ~ South Africa
The Palala River, flowing north towards the Limpopo.
Bonsmara cattle.
Old red sandstone cliffs.
Horses.
Iron age sites and wildlife ~
Saturday, 9 February 2013
Painting in Zimbabwe ~
I was able to go on a number of trips to paint in Zimbabwe in the 1990s.
British friends of mine serving with BMAT were stationed up in the hills on the Mozambique border where it was possible to fish for trout.
I had other friends who were farming near Chegutu who kindly invited me to stay, giving me time to sketch
Their daughter Jenny was thirteen then and we would sit, peacefully drawing together.
I left them several framed paintings including one of this lady washing clothes and another of their prize Brahman bull.
When their farm was invaded, they had so little time to pack that some of their pictures were left behind. Eventually they made contact by e-mail from Australia telling me of their loss. I spent a wet afternoon sending them these scans from my sketchbook to remind them of their life in Africa.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Sketches of Victoria Falls
When I first reached Victoria Falls there was so much water that we couldn't see a thing - just a cloud of mist that soaked us to the skin.
These quick sketches were executed on the Zimbabwean side in the Victoria Falls National Park.
I'd reached the town by train and was enchanted by the railway station.
This is of the bridge that spans the Zambezi Gorge.
Perhaps the most exciting thing was canoeing down the Zambezi towards the great waterfall. We pulled up our green canoes on one of the islands in the middle of the river and walked across the rocks to peer over the very lip of the falls. Despite the roar of the water, which was so loud we could hardly hear each other's voices, we set up camp under palm trees, building a fire to cook an evening meal.
We were guests of Ben Parker who was running Tongabezi Lodge. They have a panoramic shot of Livingstone Island and a number of fabulous photographs on their website, which gives you the feeling of being there.
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