Served Chilled

I have 27 winters under my belt. Throw in one or two northern hemisphere editions and you could say I’m relatively experienced in that department. But, for the love of sleep, all that experience counts for nothing in the face of this year’s advancing chill and darker mornings. You would have thought that with battles fought hard in places that bare names as chill attracting as Meyerton, Belfast, Standerton and Toronto, I would have been battle hardened by now, but the only thing with a close association to hard here is the ability to get out of bed. These days, come 05h30, I’m left rendered with what feels like a tranquilized body and eyelids glued shut by the toasty warmth of a pillow… and this is only the beginning. Folks in Colesberg or Sutherland would likely think of me as a whimpering city slicker, but should they perish, the morgue may just feel a little warmer then winter’s full assault on their towns.

This is not good then, because landscape photography is what sparked my photographic interests. Come to think of it, it was only about three years ago, deep in the heart of winter that I would spring out of bed at 04h30 to seek out a vantage point on which to capture Jo’burg rising out of its slumber. The Topstar Drive In, was a favourite. Those old enough to have watched a movie or two in its prime will remember it for different reasons, but it is no more. Vantage points aren’t the problem though… it’s the waking up.

On the few days when I can separate myself from the fuzzy warmth of my bed, the balcony claims first prize. Granted, I have an interesting enough view to work with, but there are only so many photos I can take from it. At some point I suspect, the call of the streets below will echo skywards. Another battle looms.