Wednesday, 2 December 2009

I'm Having Visions of..










Clovelly

I must have been around 10 years old.

Yes, I know whence this arises.

A combination of a perfect Highveld Summer storm which left the morning air tasting of Albion, the smell of Moondrops, and the visual input of houses built on a slope, each about a metre lower than its neighbour. Of such patchwork input are our visions often fabricated.