Serenity…

A still crisp morning, frost on the ground and another clear highveld morning.In the distance, the wirr of the reel of a fly fisherman, the flick and then the still waters, ripple.But within seconds, it is back to serenity.Photo taken at Kloofzicht in Muldersdrift

Solitude

The winters chill slowly seeping through to the bone, yet I am strangely at peace. Camera in hand, catching the sunrise, alone, or so I thought.Through the mist rising off the lake it appeared, as if to worship the sun it stood there in perfect solitude.