Last year was a pretty tough one for me, as I’m sure it was for many people. But unlike many people, at the end of it all I got to spend six nights on a houseboat with some good okes. The color from that experience drained into the year that preceded it, staining it with beauty, transforming it, like the white shirt you put in the wash with the red one.
Capturing the beauty and meaning of Kariba will take more than a fancy camera and good lighting. But maybe in these pictures you’ll still get some taste of the memories that left the year lingering smoothly on my pallet.
A lot of my favorite pics are ones that make you feel lonely. Like this Elly…
That’s real light, believe it or not…
Deano the Meano. Or, as our Captain called him: ‘Meano-me’. You have to hear it in his Zim accent though. Haha.
Our constant companions.
My first room-mate, Carel, was an artist, and our flat was filled with his paintings. My favorite was one with a woman crying, with rain falling under her umbrella, while the rest of the world was sunny. Kinda like this tree.
That’s a huge storm creeping in. But the fishing was so good we braved it till the last second…
Not a B&W picture.
These next three pics are of the sun going down on 2010. Yip, this is how we spent new year’s eve…
Yes you can swim in Kariba. Or said our captain.
This really was the mother of all storms, and it hit us hard. Rocked our boat in fact. Haha.
The sun rising on my current room-mate, Carl (no relation to Carel. Weird), birthday.
How we spent every evening.
