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Saturday, 21 February 2015

January & February 2015 - of surgery and sketching

Surgery and Hospital

On 15th January I had surgery - a total hip replacement - at the Vincent Palotti hospital.

How shocking - during the week in hospital I only managed a very few sketches...lying in an awkward position for sketching and feeling at first morphine-fuddled and later simply awkward.
At first my view in the normal ward (moved after 24 hours) was uninspiring.
I spent a day in the bed near the door in a two-bedded ward, with a knee-replacement patient in her 80's having the preferred window spot...and she was very good about walking and doing her exercises, and looking forward to moving to a step-down facility the next day (she had had her surgery 5 days before).
Joan, whose window position I had designs on!
I was moved to the window position when Joan moved out, the next day.  Bliss.  Blue skies and green trees and people going by in the street (I was on the first floor - in the US this is the second floor).  

Now that my legs were more or less the same length (another objective of the surgery), Russ bought me some cute new shoes...simple comfortable pumps that were a huge milestone in my life after walking on uncomfortably heavy and inflexible left shoes, built up because of a 2cm or more difference in leg lengths - a legacy of the first hip replacement which was six years ago and on the opposite side.
My delightful lemon-coloured pumps.

Recovering at Home

After a week I was back home and able to move about on two crutches, doing my exercises and trying to walk as much as possible, following all the rules of can-do's and can't-do's that I had been given.

Starting to Sketch Again

My friend Yvonne Ankerman and I celebrated my first excursion driving myself, five weeks after surgery, by my collecting Yvonne in Glencairn and driving us to the Casa Labia in Muizenberg.  I was now down to one crutch...whee!

There we had delicious coffee and with the Casa Labia's permission did some sketching indoors.

My first sketch, in what I assume is the ballroom, gives an idea of the decor and proportions of one corner of the room.
Casa Labia was built by the Count Natale Labia, who was Italian Consul in Johannesburg from 1916. At the age of about 44 he married Ida, daughter of J B Robinson, the mining magnate.   In 1930 they completed building Casa Labia in the style of the Palazzo Labia in Venice.   In one of the rooms is a stunning watercolour by the renowned Alexander Cresswell, who was commissioned to do a painting of the ballroom of the Palazzo Labia.
I sketched this sitting on the stool of the Grand piano at one end of the room...did NOT get the depth and feeling of a very large room!
The Casa Labia is now managed as a gallery and museum with cafe, and is a delightful place to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, tea or lunch.   They also have occasional special dinners.

Upstairs, there is a gallery with regular and permanent exhibitions.
In the formal dining room (not the cafe) a member of staff was diligently cleaning brass till it sparkled and gleamed.
While we were there, we heard sirens, and were puzzled at first.  This was, strangely, the first time I had heard the shark warning sirens.  We don't have them in Simon's Town.
People leaving the water at surfer's corner, Muizenberg Beach, in response to the shark warning sirens....seen from the cafe at Casa Labia 
All in all, a most enjoyable morning and a great way to break my sketching fast!

Monday, 1 December 2014

Heading South Again

Another great trek...this time from north to south.

We packed up and left White River on November 24th, complete with Vixie the Wire Fox Terrier and Tosca the Burmese cat.  We drove the four hour trip to Johannesburg and delivered our furry family to Russ's Brother David's Veterinary hospital, before continuing to our "executive penthouse" at the Westpoint Executive Suites in Sandton.

Four days in Johannesburg sped by, and on Friday we left Joburg on the long trip to Simon's Town, via Bethulie and George.


We arrived at the Royal Hotel, where we had stayed in July, and were met by Anthony Hocking, owner and hotelier.   We were the only guests that night, no tour parties being expected.
Royal Hotel before 7am.

The rooms may be sparsely decorated, but they are extremely comfortable, with excellent beds.  I like the fact that they are large and airy.  The hotel itself is most unusual....but lots has been written about that!   Books books books and vinyl vinyl vinyl....wonderful.

Anthony took us up to the old station, which is an historic old station that was used by the British army during the Boer War to bring horses, supplies and men in and out, and to bring in Boer women and children to be incarcerated in the local concentration camp.   This camp turned out to be the worst one of the war, for sickness and death.

Anthony had given us a tour of Bethulie when we were there in July (at which time it was freezing cold, and the water pipes did indeed freeze solid).  We were now getting an add-on tour and history lesson, because Tony is an expert on the Boer War.  He intends writing a history of the war from the Boer perspective, and emphasising the Free State "gutsier war".  Get to it, Tony!

The roof had blown off one of the station buildings during a violent storm the previous week, so workmen were busy fixing the damage.

The old station is in very poor repair.  In fact, most of the small town is in bad repair, and most people cannot afford to keep up their maintenance.  Anthony would love to restore the station and turn it into something useful like a getaway for artists.....

Part of the old station.
The previous time that we had visited, Toy had mentioned that the concert pianist Benjamin Fourie was living in Bethulie and would give recitals for some of the tour groups that popped through Bethulie from time to time.  He arranged for us to have our own, private soiree with Benjamin, who turned out to be delightful.
Benjamin did not mind my doodling away while he played, but when he described the music he was about to play, and informed us sufficiently to appreciate the music and the composers involved, I discarded the pen and focussed totally on the very interesting things he was telling us.
Playing with passion.
We thoroughly enjoyed both learning about the pieces and allowing the lovely music to wash over us.
It was a wonderful, and private treat for us....and in the little, sleepy town of Bethulie!
That night we ate dinner with Anthony and the next morning I was up and out of the door before 5:30am.  I walked all around the quiet streets, enjoying buildings, the play of shadows cast by the rising sun, and the lively birdsong.

The aforementioned storm had uprooted a tree over in the grounds of the church, so that the tree knocked part of the fence over.  I was able to trespass by passing through the gap, and wandered around.   Finally I sat on the trunk of the uprooted tree and sketched the church.
After a good cooked breakfast we were up and off, and driving to George.  I'd like to go back to Bethulie and spend a couple of day learning more about the area and its history, and also do more sketching there.

After a night in George, where we saw Stephen Charles and Thelani and both their children at James' house, we carried on to Simon's Town.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

November's Babies

October rushed by, and included a quick two week trip to Cape Town to consult the orthopaedic specialists for hip and hip replacement scheduled for mid-January, in Cape Town.

Back in the Lowveld, we settled down to enjoying the lovely weather and listening to predictions on rain and threatening drought.  Depending on who you listen to, the water table is still high and a drought would probably be expected in mid-2016.

Nevertheless, we spent a week in Kruger, and there seems to be plenty of water around, even though the north is dry dry dry!


We had a two bedroomed cottage overlooking the river, and really this is a very comfortable and well equipped accommodation (bearing in mind that nothing in Kruger is luxurious).  On the way in, we saw herd after herd of buffalo - I have never seen so many sightings of buffalo and in such quantities over the thirty or more years we have spent visiting Kruger regularly.

In camp I found that a crested barbet was nesting in a stump just a few metres from where I was sitting.
Once the barbet had gone off to find food for its young, I went over and listened carefully at the hole in the stump.  The babies were clearly audible.

And the other babies!   Baby impala, some just a day or so old, everywhere.  We even witnessed an impala birth - quite fascinating.

Within the first ten minutes, amniotic fluid shaken from nostrils and ears, the baby was trying to stand up. life everywhere.

Punda Maria & Pafuri

As we got further north, the landscape became more and more dry and barren - in some areas you would liken it to a desolate blasted World War 2 somewhere on the Somme.   But still there was water in isolated spots.
These lion were fat and stuffed from a recent kill, so had no inclination to chase after delectable giraffe!  This was right next to a small dam that had lots of water.
We stayed in one of the newer two bedroomed cottages at Punda Maria and spent the next day doing a trip to and around Pafuri.   We had some lovely sightings, especially of elephant.  A large herd came down to the muddy parts of the river, where there is still some water, and had a glorious time swimming and mud-bathing.

This little guy was in a huge hurry to get down there and join in the fun.   He was quite small, and was hilarious as he kept slipping and falling down, both on the slope and in the mud.
This is a portion of the large herd.
Our funny baby and other young elephant enjoying the mud with an adult.
There were baby impala, vervet monkeys, baboons, warthog, and lots more.    It was hot...early forties the first two days and then dropped to a cool 38 degrees C or thereabouts!

We saw a lot of ostrich too.
I did this sketch from a photo of Wendy Alberts, which she took in Kruger.  I love the small flock of babies.
Pafuri was lovely, and we cooked a skottel breakfast/brunch there, with nyala ewes and lambs grazing around us in the picnic area.  We kept a sharp lookout for those expert and very quick thieves, the vervet monkeys.

Tsessebe cow and calf crossing the road


Staying in this bush veld camp was a first for us.   We had a three bedroomed cottage, but here the cottage consists of three bedrooms and two bathrooms and a comfortable stoep on which is your kitchenette and dining table and chairs.   It has air conditioning, which is great, and much needed in November!  It also has limited channel dstv which we did not bother with.  The camp has a very nice hide overlooking a waterhole and I spent a lot of time there bird watching, which was spectacular.   I found a family of banded mongoose very entertaining.

After two days here, we drove to Satara, and on the way had a lovely sighting of a young leopard.
Shyly emerging from behind a milestone.
He pottered about posing for a while, but wanted to hunt, and soon saw something off to the left.
A steenbok spotted in the bush, he was ready to stalk and hunt his prey.
We watched for some time, and followed him until he made his attack - unsuccessfully.  


Zebra baby drinking 

After a night at Satara our week in Kruger was over - too quickly.

On the last day there was a sudden cold front...temperatures dropped from around 37 degrees C to around 23 degrees C and I was glad that I had brought a jacket.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Of Monuments, Statuary and a precocious French engineer

Washington D.C.

September 9th to 12th, 2014

Pierre Charles L'Enfant - artist, engineer, architect, Freemason, soldier, designer of cities.  A Parisian who at the age of 23 abandoned his studies at the Louvre and embarked upon a sea journey in 1777 to join General Lafayette on the side of the rebels in the American Civil War.  

His design of the capitol city was basically followed, but changed by later, less visionary, architect Andrew Ellicott.   Nevertheless, the layout is the best by far of any US city that we have visited, and there is definite French influence in the buildings closer to Georgetown.
Somewhere close to Georgetown, near or on Pennsylvania Avenue
President George Washington received the plan, fired the Frenchman with his grandiose ideas, and hired Ellicott, who revised the plan a bit.  Nevertheless, the result was a happy one....lovely streets and lots of green spaces.

Occult Conspiracy Theory

There's always going to be someone out there with nothing better to do....
No really - an upside down pentagon?   Its only a man-made drawing, all the idiots out there! 
The layout is of north-south and east-west parallel streets, with well placed circles through which large avenues run, connecting the major places - White House, Capitol, Congress, etc.  A conspiracy theorist's delight.

Of Heights and skies

D.C. (the name is District of Columbia, and was nicknamed Washington DC when Georgetown was merged with it in 1871).   Because there is a height restriction on buildings to the height of a fire truck ladder (about 1894), there are no skyscrapers....very very nice!

So you do see lots of sky, and open spaces.

Of Monuments and Statues, Museums and Memorials

Seen from the boat trip on the Potomac...lots of memorials, statues and monuments adorn the city.
D.C. has so many monuments, memorials and suchlike that one could travel about for weeks searching for them all.   But then what about the museums, galleries, parks and cemeteries?

Moving About

We stayed at the Avenue Suites, which are large, open plan suites that have a kitchenette and a sitting room.  They are on Pennsylvania Avenue, close to Georgetown, and so one can walk to the White House.

There is a Big Bus stop nearby so we bought a two day ticket with a night tour and a boat trip thrown in.
Russ enjoying the boat trip - cool on a hot day

The DC Big Bus, hop-on hop-off, is a good option, having extensive routes and lots of stops that take in the major areas for monuments, museums, galleries, notable buildings, etc.

Waiting for a change of bus at Union Station (which is also a good place to visit, with an attractive interior), I found myself doodling a decorative concrete eagle on a ledge on the building.
As we had a fair amount of time when waiting for buses, I found that I managed a few quick sketches that I might not otherwise have attempted.

Cafe du Parc is close to the White House
The great thing about the hop-on, hop-off bus is just that.  You can get off and wait for another, while you investigate places and things, or sketch 'em!

100, Constitution Avenue - the Capitol Building is where the US Congress meets.
The building was almost destroyed in the 1812 war by the British, but it rained, which put the fires out and saved some of it.  That's the statue of Freedom on top - is impossible to make out here so you'll have to trust me.

1963...."I have a Dream" 

Martin Luther King, Jr made his speech from the Lincoln Memorial.  The memorial was built only in the early 20th century, by the way.

French was a very well known American sculptor, and this is an impressive work.

The view from the Lincoln Memorial across the reflecting pool towards the Washington Monument is rather lovely, and of course is only too well known.

Perhaps not the greatest sketch - I tried to show the memorial to WW2 below where the two large flags are for the Pacific and one for the European  theatre of war.
We found various smaller memorials and statues that resonated with us, including this one, a huge statue outside one of the Smithsonian buildings.

The Jefferson Memorial
Thomas Jefferson - who wrote the Declaration of Independence, also kept mockingbirds as pets.

The Anniversary of 9/11

We caught the local Circulator bus to Union Station (much quicker than the Big Bus) and from the top of our bus, waiting for it to depart, I did this quick sketch of the fountain and a flag at half mast - all flags all over the city were, of course, at half mast.

We went to Arlington Cemetery, and it was a pretty hot day - hoping to see the silent drill that the marines did last time we were there.  Unfortunately despite a long and very hot trek to the monument there was only the changing of the guard and some kids laying a wreath.  The silent drill is done elsewhere these days.

We did hear rifle shots and a Last Post, however.   Did you know that there are ladies called the Arlington Ladies, about 65 of them, who ensure (since the Vietnam War) that no member of the Armed Forces is ever buried alone.

At one of our bus stop waits, I did this sketch of the Monument, with all the surrounding flags at half mast.

We walked to the Museum of the American Indian, which was not very crowded at all, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Having met wolves in Colorado, I can see why they are so highly regarded...
one learns not from Wolf, but from Spirit Wolf
The exhibits are lovely, and one can start with a very good video, giving an overview to help one gain a little understanding of the Indian peoples of the north and south American continents.  I enjoyed the videos of folklore, and the various special exhibits for various tribal peoples.

The bus stop was right outside, and we waited to carry on and connect with the night tour -
once again a sketch opportunity.

The night tour guide - as with most US guides, whenever the words "famous" or "celebrity" are mentioned, a film star or film celebrity's name will follow...even in Washington DC!  
It's as though everyone else is just ordinary, and you can only be famous or a celebrity if you're known in Hollywood.  I wonder, if I were to be arrested by the Hollywood police, would I be a celebrity?  Perhaps - but not if arrested in San Francisco or Philadelphia.

We started with the White House at night.

And here I am, looking surprised at the protests?  Oddly enough we were not invited in for a drink, but Barack was probably busy thinking about ISIS.

The Korean Memorial, showing army, air force and navy statues in a sort of jungly setting.

Not even our tour guide seemed to be aware that the Korean War was technically a United Nations war, not a USA one, till we pointed out the very long  list of countries that were involved, discreetly engraved along the opposite sidewalk.

Of course this included South Africa (the Flying Cheetahs, who flew P51 Mustangs attached to the USAF Fighter-Bomber wing, and earned the US Presidential Unit Citation for extraordinary service despite severe losses).

Nevertheless, the UN would possibly not have got involved if the USA had not sent arms and also navy and air 1950 the US was very powerful indeed, so soon after WW2.  

Well you can hardly tell Americans that they had been the aggressor and in contradiction of the UN charter, can you?  And how about the fact that the war is not over?  No peace was ever signed.  Hmmm!

The night tour included a great many more memorials such as the Roosevelt one, Martin Luther King Jr, Vietnam, and so on.

It was a very worthwhile tour, I thought.

Lunch with Crissy & Going Home

We were by now very very pleased to be packing for our return journey home, after five weeks away.

We were all packed up and had arranged to meet Carolyn's daughter Crissy for an early lunch.  It was a lovely lunch and Crissy is a delightful person - warm, intelligent and caring.   After lunch she drove us to the airport - Dulles, which is about 45 minutes from where we were - and then we simply relaxed till our flight was called and we boarded for Johannesburg.

Once again Dakar was a challenge.   The Captain advised that we would have a slight delay as one of the tyres was reading lower than regulation pressure, so the ground engineers (or whatever passes for them in Dakar) were bringing up nitrogen cylinders to restore acceptable pressures.

After a somewhat lengthy pause, the Captain, sounding a bit too mirthful for my liking, announced that the nitrogen cylinders having been found to have less nitrogen in them than the tyres, more nitrogen cylinders were being requisitioned with great urgency from the suppliers.

We eventually took off, and somehow the crew made up the lost time....I suppose they're used to it.

Flying east is worse for jet lag.  We arrived, John met us, and we enjoyed a good ol' braai before going to bed and sleeping till morning.  We drove home to White River and an ecstatic Vixie, my wire fox terrier.

Home again.....time to start sketching again, and to get my wildlife creative ideas stimulated once again.   Unlike statues and buildings, wildlife does not wait for one......

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Colorado Springs

September 2nd to 9th, 2014

We flew from San Francisco to Colorado Springs, arriving at the extremely uncivilised hour of a few minutes to midnight!   Carolyn's friend John met us, and drove us to Carolyn's home up against the mountainside above the town.

This was a home exchange, and Carolyn and her daughter & son-in-law Crissy and Heng, plus her good friend Lonnie, had already been to South Africa in early 2013.  Carolyn was at her Wisconsin cottage, and we had her large house to ourselves...but left it till the morning to explore as we were pretty bushed by the time we arrived there.

Colorado Springs is in a lovely setting at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, and Pikes Peak towers nearby.   There are lots of interesting places to see and some of the history is quite exciting and different.

The house itself is spacious, with lots of sitting room, a hot tub, humming bird feeders, and other delightful nooks and crannies.

John came around the next day to take us up Pikes Peak - he had, at one time, been a tour guide taking parties up there.   We drove up in Carolyn's Lexus, which she had left for us to use, and up and up and up we went to the full 14,110 feet.  It was pretty chilly at the top, and one could get lightheaded at that altitude, but a glorious view and a large gift shop with do-nuts and stuff.

I have no idea how I got the variegated effect on this photo - done while exporting from iPhoto.  Nevertheless, here Russ and I are at the viewing platform at the very top of Pikes Peak.
The tree line is quite a long way down from the top, and John being a botanist was wonderfully informative on what trees we were seeing as we climbed higher and higher.

Photo taken just above where the tree line ends and bare rock begins
We had a really great time with John, and went into the little historic village of Manitou Springs to have lunch at a little bar John likes...nice food and I had a good salad.

The next day we decided to visit the WW2 Aviation Museum - Colorado Springs has a large air force base, but this museum is on a property adjacent to the airport.  We had booked a tour on line, and this was essential to enjoying a visit to the museum.  The guides are all volunteers and the museum is rather much a work in progress.  It is however, very well laid out and the exhibits, with their historical narrations, are very interesting and carefully assembled.

D-Day Invasion markings
After the introduction and the historical side of things was done, we were taken out to a hangar, where we found that aircraft recovered from being buried in jungles or found elsewhere, were being lovingly restored - by hand.

Craftsman/engineer at work in restoring the WW2 bomber behind him.
Outside, a WW2 Corsair torpedo bomber was being fired up - clouds of smoke and an amazing but deafening sound....

Corsair with WW2 jeep
This was a really interesting and enjoyable museum visit.   The intention is to build a HUGE museum, and lots of money towards this end has already been raised.   Many very wealthy enthusiasts support the museum, and many of the restored planes are privately owned.

Alastair and Lauren arrived and we drove them around, stopping at the Santa's Workshop at the bottom of Pikes Peak.

The weather was becoming rainy - Santa's Workshop visit was fun
We went into Manitou Springs, which they enjoyed, and we found a micro brewery, where we went in for lunch - just as well as the rain started about then.

Face pulling competition?   Inside the brewery bar, where a surprisingly good lunch was served.
John took us up to the Garden of the Gods, but unfortunately a big race was taking place, so we could not go to the nicest section.  Even so, we enjoyed the section we visited, and did a walk along one of the trails.

Alastair taking photo and Russ reading about this spot in the Garden of the Gods.

I was trying out my new Nikon P600's extreme zoom, and took this at maximum zoom...really amazing what the camera picked up and that the eye could barely make out!

Maximum zoom brought the detail into view.
We had lots of fun and interesting things to do in Colorado Springs, but one thing that we did that was extremely top notch, and that pulled at the conservation heart strings, was a visit to the Colorado Wolf & Wildlife Centre just outside a little town called Divide.

Akela the arctic wolf - Akela is Hawaiian for Noble Leader

The story of how wolves are no longer protected in the United States, and Canada, and how they are slaughtered in their packs from helicopters, putting their survival very much at risk, was pretty harrowing.

We saw a range of different types of wolves and foxes, all rescued from often dreadful conditions and torture, or genetic tampering for commercial purposes.   They do not breed at this centre - they merely rescue animals and give them a safe home.  Wolves are really very very interesting and one can understand why the indigenous peoples often endowed them with spiritual properties.

On our way back to Colorado Springs we stopped at a tiny place called Woodland, where many shops looked like they had been restored to "old West" appearance.

The Cowhand Shop and other pretty shops 

We went into the Cowhand and it was a really fun shop, all filled with stuff guessed it....cowhands.  Or people wanting to look like cowboys.

Buy your bots and your belts at the Cowhand

Or buy your hat or your belt buckle - so many to choose from!  This is a portion of the wide range stocked.

The last evening with Alastair and Lauren had to be special, so we took them to the local least, that is what it is described English pub called the Bumble Bee, at a really upmarket 6 star lodge close by (I think they have at least three full golf courses).

No English pub even looked this smart!  The service was excellent and the food very good, so we thoroughly enjoyed our last evening together.
The remainder of our stay was spent packing and organising - and also doing a bit of shopping.   Alastair and Lauren flew back to Houston and we tried to find out where the maggots were coming from.....oh, did I not mention these little goodies before!?

Poor Carolyn nearly died of horror to hear that somehow maggots seemed to be falling from somewhere into a small area of the kitchen.   We thought that something had, after she had left for Wisconsin, crawled in somewhere and died, and that these maggots were the result. There weren't that many of them - just a few each day.   We were rather amused, but Carolyn certainly was not!

We had heard something running across the roof in the small section of the house that is single storey - probably a raccoon.  I had had a lot of fun watching hummingbirds feed at the feeder - such amazing little birds.  We also saw our first black squirrels in Carolyn's trees.  We had seen deer wandering through gardens, and marmots on Pikes Peak.  So all in all a refreshing break from cities.

However, it was time to fly away to Washington DC, for three days before catching our SAA flight homewards.

Alastair and Lauren loved their visit with us in Colorado Springs and went away wondering how they could move there as soon as possible!   We loved it because it is lovely, and the people we met were so friendly and hospitable, especially Carolyn herself and John.

We were sorry not to have allocated more time to spend there!