There can be few places in the world more desirable to be than on the beach at the end of Benning Drive, Kommetjie, as the sun sinks seaward on a fine winter's day. The view across the bay towards the Back Table of Table Mountain never disappoints, no matter what the weather, but today the quality of the light was a delight to an artist's eye. Crisp and clear with a hint of spring not being too far off; huge swells on all the reefs rising to peaks of emerald green fringed with snow white froth as they curl and break, white horses leaving flying manes chased back by the southeaster bringing an icy chill to the breeze.
A heap of wave-rolled pebbles has appeared where none were before, ringed by a tangle of kelp thrown up by yesterday's angry sea, and a shelf now separates the beach from the dunes. The beach no longer resembles the one I knew - erosion by currents has swept away the sand, revealing slabs of ancient rocks that were once the seabed, and each winter more and more sand disappears to the beaches on the northern side of the bay, and one day this will be a rocky shore. Such a privilege to see Nature in action.
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| A heap of pebbles has appeared |
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| The storm two days ago |
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| Reflections |
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