Just before I departed for the Netherlands, my dear friend Elizma asked if I would do a last family session for them. Her sweet boys are a few years apart but look like they could be twins and they have unmatched energy. The sunset was almost what I would call "over the top." Or what the newer generations would refer to as "extra." African sunsets are like that. I've come to love the moody light of the Netherlands but there is something that tugs at the heart when I look back at my South African sunsets.

The poem that came to mind is that of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:

I like my body when I’m in the woods

and I forget my body. I forget that arms,

that legs, that nose. I forget that waist,

that nerve, that skin. And I aspen. I mountain.

I river. I stone. I leaf. I path. I flower.

I like when I evergreen, current and berry.

I like when I mushroom, avalanche, cliff.

And everything is yes then, and everything

new: wild iris, duff, waterfall, dew.