It has been a while since I had pure azure engulf my sights. Cape Point made me reminiscent of Western Australia, only there seemed to be more depth in both colour and landscape, but I guess that is how it is when you are comparing something from a fading memory to what is right before you.
What I knew about Cape Point and the Cape of Good Hope was what was taught in the textbooks, and it overwhelms me when I think that what I am seeing is a geography lesson brought to life.
My travel companions and I had to take a drive through Table Mountain National Park to get to Cape Point, and on the way back we saw a small herd of gorgeous wild zebras, but I had run out of film (yes, there are photos on film on their way) and my other camera was in my bag. Obviously, I was not prepared and I chide myself till this day. I’m telling myself that there is always next time.
By the way, I particularly love that capture of the tiny sail boat in the midst of the wide expanse of the ocean. I think it will make a great canvas.