Heavenly Hermanus

We recently spent a few days in Hermanus at the Whale Coast and it turned out to be the greatest trip we’ve ever had. Like ever! Everything was perfect; the weather, the tourist sites, the food, the wine, the people. It was just picture-perfect (as illustrated by the evidence below)!

As they would say in Hermanus; We had a whale of a time!

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There is a reason I posted this picture first. It was possibly my favourite of the entire trip. It’s a sculpture located on the cliff at the Hermanus beachfront, entitled “Awaiting your return” and was made by Marieke Prinsloo-Rowe. Oh man, the many stories my mind created upon viewing the name of this sculpture. How romantic!

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En route to Hermanus we stumbled upon the most beautiful landscapes of yellow and green fields, it was spectacular! Contrary to popular believe, these pictures have not been  photoshopped, it was honestly the actually views as was captured by my camera. I kid you not!

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We literally dined on the beach. It was such a perfect day!

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It’s almost-but-not-quite-yet whale viewing season in Hermanus and we managed to get a glimpse of at least one whale that occasionally, lazily waved its massive tail to curious bystanders. The real batch of whales are expected to pass the little town around mid to late September. I was lucky to get a quick snap of this sea giant before it retreated back into the ocean again. How magical!

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I loved viewing the historical sites along the beachfront.

Till next time xoxo…

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Good. Better. Blessed.

Dear reader,
I am writing this blogpost while overlooking the most AH!mazingly beautiful landscape possibly south of the equator; The Arabella Hotel and Spa in Hermanus. Wowie! I wish I could share this natural beauty with you, it truly is spectacular! The picture below, although a beauty, doesn’t do this view justice.  How privileged and blessed I am.

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Today’s breathtaking views and my overall, continuous gratitude for life in all its glory, inspired a google search for Walt Whitman’s poem “Miracles”, and I simply had to share it with you. Here goes;

Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

Miracles
WHY! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best—mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring—yet each distinct, and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships, with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

Ps. To quote Meister Eckhart: “If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, that’ll suffice.”

P. P. S. I will post more GORGEous pics of Hermanus soon 😉
Till next time…

 

Flexing my designing muscles

My journey on the road of graphic designing has been a long and winding one, to say the least. At one stage I hated it so much, I could break my pc into the tiniest little pieces. But it has been about three years since I’ve taken to the (virtual) drawing board and I must admit that it has grown on me. I love nothing more than you sit and figure out colours and fonts and shapes and sizes. It excites me when I’m handed a project and I simply cannot turn in for the night without creating a rough, rough draft. And yes, I’m a perfectionist.

Here’s the part I love most about designing; When handed a brief to design a poster or invitation or anything really, I have absolutely no idea on what the end product will look like. I don’t have the faintest clue on how I will start or what exactly I will do first. All I know for fact is that once I see the completed design, I will know that it is exactly what I wanted it to be. And I will not rest until I reach that moment. Perfectionism is a tiring and frustrating business. Phew!

Below are a few of my latest designs. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Till next time… xoxo

*Names have been changed to preserve the privacy of my clients.

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