Friday evening. Cheese, berries and bread platters. Robbie W, Afrikaans singer, gravel-voiced, gently strumming and singing in the background then bursting forth in mirth. Laughter. Subtle, soft light. A tender … Continue reading →
You may know me in the blogosphere as "madderinmada", "Rambling with a Cantankerous old mule" or "Vicissitudes of a Cantankerous old mule". But that's all changed and here I am living life from behind my camera lens.