my highway to zion

what a novel idea! now that i live in a country where kids take trains and public taxis to school, or their own two feet, i can see what a profound invention the school bus is. i vividly remember my daily routine of walking out to the edge of my driveway, with a tiny bit of anxiety pulsing through my veins keeping me warm amidst the cool morning air. I lived near the t-junction, and i could always hear the bus before i could see it. eventually it would come cruising to a stop and ease into the right turn towards my house. I dont know why I thought the bus would drive right past me, but sometimes I would feel a bit of fear that this would happen. It was amazing to leave the quiet, familiar world of family and home, and ascend the steps of the bus into a mobile world of chaos and chatter. My bus driver was Mr Nash. I got his autograph once. He was quite a hero in my little world. He knew how to drive this big bus, he knew where all us children lived, and he never failed to get me to scho...

i'm lying here in bed, sick and tired of being sick and tired. i thought i'd upload some photos since i haven't shared with you all in a while. and old tom petty record in a used vinyl shop in muizenberg. i love this place! penny and i at newlands train station, waiting for our ride to a birthday party. my morning walk to beth rapha: observatory, cape town. a morning shot of my other job location, living grace in muizenberg. no, i'm not giving surfing lessons...but the bathroom overlooks this lovely view :) after talking about the god of the land, sea, and sky, we decided to celebrate him! the quote that came to mind as i took this shot is by chris abani: "African people are art." sunset from my balcony. my favorite coffee shop in muizenberg: empire cafe!