50.52 Page, Arizona: An assortment of positions while wandering about Lake Powell.

I think I have a passion for reflections...more passions, more enjoyment.

Besides the beauty, which is at times quite harsh and yet, softens when the sun rises and sets, there is a tranquility, an atmosphere that makes the region, comprising Lake Powell, Glen Canyon Dam, the flow of the one and only river, the Colorado, a very special place. (Also, makes me write long sentences.) 

At the lake, which appears to be a river to us, one is surrounded by magnificent colors, obviously various shades of blue and hues of reds and yellows. Reflections off the water abound, constantly changing in shape, size and color. Add in the hills extending from water level up and outwards with mountains in the background, and the scenery is complete. We won't even mention the way the river and lake curves, sometimes viciously, creating 'horseshoes' in many places. 

Walking in canyons, hiking above and along the lake or kayaking on the surface of the fascinating body of water are all methods of getting close to the essence of the land, experiencing the wonders. Most of all, exploring the land without restrictions, allows one a new adventure on each occasion. 

Perhaps a simple way of expressing it may be: The colors and scenery, together with the ability to find one's own path up, over and down the various obstacles makes a person feel content and motivated. It's a time to enjoy old-fashioned fun. 

Yep! We like the place...indeed!

 
Stepping on the bridge at distance.

Wah Weap, yes, why weep indeed? It's gorgeous.

Glen Canyon Dam. 

Returning from the water after finding our way down. There is no trail, so it becomes quite a scramble especially when finding oneself at a cliff edge and figuring how to get across to the other side or seeking alternatives.

A repeat: Loved this shot.

Jen reaches the peninsular, after beginning at the road high above.

Sitting on the dock of the bay.
So many opportunities, so little time.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey

51.08 KwaZulu-Natal: Razor edge section to the right of the Retreat. 51.9 Wing Swept and Dragon's Spine trails to the left. Two suckers caught in-between.

Setting the tone for the text below. A view of a tiny part of the Drakensberg at dusk.

Staying at the Drakensberg Retreat is one of the most pleasant experiences. For those old enough to remember, many hotels provided an atmosphere and services that were luxurious without being over-the-top. Effectively, they were affordable. Meals were part of the service and included in the tariff. 

Guests were waited upon, hot beverages were available all day (served), the lounges were open and comfortable, being great places to relax and enjoy the scenery while encouraging social activities amongst the residents. Games rooms ensured those who needed indoor entertainment could partake. Rooms did not have television or internet services although one large set usually sat in one of the lounges, disturbing anyone brave enough to enter. Internet was available in common areas although such areas were anything but common. A swimming pool allowed the kids to enjoy themselves and an extra-large patio had guests sitting there taking in the views (when not asleep) with animals roaming about and the odd hiker or two returning from the trails. 

Admittedly, it is not for everyone, but it does take one back a century or two, but for the television and internet. We think people did know how to live in earlier times despite the many luxuries not available. A subtle difference is that quality was paramount then. Perhaps, the luxuries are what spoil us. Just thinking aloud. 

We are referring specifically to the Retreat. Anyway, the Drakensberg Retreat returns us to earlier times, and we believe the occasional old-world treatment is not something to be missed. Grab it before it disappears...happening soon...in fact, as we write. 

 A different view of the Drakensberg Retreat. They provide a 'mud bath' for those wishing to improve their health. We would love it but are far 'too healthy' to take a dip.
I don't know how and why she gets into these positions. Don't look at me. Obviously,...I'm not in the picture.
As if this is so much better?
Are we going in there? When she poses that question, I get the distinct impression it's a little on the negative side.
But, it's the only way back home.
And I have to follow. What happened to an afternoon at the movies?
Feeling pretty smug after a great climb...deservedly so. Clouds made the sights dull in color.
'You see, this is all very intelligent: A person walks up the hill/mountain only to come down on the other side. What's the purpose you might inquire? Beats us.'
Those are relatively 'tame, wild' horses. We have watched them fight each other and it was pretty ugly. Reminds us of another species...
'We see fields of green, red roses, too...'
Returning from below.
Returning from below (2).
Wide-open spaces dotted with interesting shapes.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey

Some truly special moments after returning from South Africa. 

Benny impresses the girls with his dexterity.
In certain circles, it's reputed to be the greatest brain power ever assembled in one room. (I have been working on my hyperbole skills.) 
Gaga is about to show the youngsters an incredible move...she's going to try and stand erect, holding the ball and without pain, whines and assistance. What a granny!

The photographer, Gavin L., obviously is a humorous guy.

50.47/48 Salt Lake City, Utah: Van Cott Mountain and Crestwood Gulch, a mix of two autumn days.

The colors of the season proved to be both stimulating and soothing, if that's not a paradox. Somehow, we don't think we'll enjoy better foliage than experienced over the fall season this year. Then again, often wrong. 

Misty beginning, always glorious unless you're there for a tan.

At the gulch. 

  Unique view of the city, we thought.
Loved this one. Made a strong impression. We approached from the western side. Noticed the parking lot at the eastern trailhead.

Jen said we were only 'a stone throw away' from the development below. Unfortunately, I tried to prove she was wrong and got 'fined' for my effort. Fortunately, it turned out fine.

At lower altitudes, no snow. (Is the guy brilliant or what?)

Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey

San Diego: Birds, Beach and B(h)ike, on a Sunday morning before the arrival of the crowds.

Massive array of birds perch above our backyard pool.
Jen approaches the nudist beach. You have to love winter at this beach, not an uncovered body on view: Phew!
A while ago, we discovered a more adventurous climb from the beach. A part profile of the hill. You could say 'It's steep and narrow'.
Superior to air force precision.
The old way of showing the bird(s).
We turn around at La Jolla Farms Road, returning to the beach and spot a building that a few friends occupy...delightful views from those apartments.
Bring it in closer, an uncommon view of La Jolla shores.
Taking a turn.
The chain fence indicates the top.

One of the fascinations of being in the wilds is 'stalking' animals and birds...with a camera. Taking pictures of these creatures when locked behind bars or enclosed is not a good idea (the animals, not us). In principle, it's something not attractive. However, should one wish to break principles, after all what good are they should you not be able to break them, then the shots of the raptors below worked out nicely. Nevertheless, most of the enjoyment comes from tracing them in the wilds and being able to capture them on camera in such positions. Another way of expressing this is that should these fellas not wish to allow us the opportunity of viewing them in the wilds, then we have ways and means of getting them at the Glider Port. 

This looked like the boss.
This one looked like it had its head up its whatever.
Okay, that's better...peregrine falcon.
If this is a female and was human, I would call it the sultry look. Instead, it's the hooded pose; reeks of danger. I suppose that makes sense, totally intimidating to a male. "You were saying..."
Anyone can be caught off-guard. Gave it another opportunity and things got worse.
A more innocent looking bird.
A somewhat less dangerous in appearance character.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey