Chasing The Blue Beyond

The Hero's Journey Redux · Field Chapter 01 · January 2018 Cape Town: Landfall at the Edge of Africa Aboard Queen Mary 2, the last great ocean liner, the sailor discovers that arrival is not the end of the passage. It is the moment the passage finally explains itself. Southampton → Cape Town World Cruise Segment Ocean Liner, Not Resort Ship Keep Calm. Ship Happens. See Full Image Show Story Prologue · The southbound passage The sea did not carry us to Cape Town. It prepared us for it. Some destinations are visited. Others are earned by the distance before them. Flying reduces geography to departure gate, discomfort and arrival. An ocean passage restores scale. Day after day, the ship advances through weather and longitude while the passenger is asked to do something modern life rarely permits: remain inside the journey long enough to feel it changing him. By the time Cape Town came into view, it was n...

2018 · The Hero's Journey Redux · Western Cape Field Chapter Achieving Grapeness A cinematic land passage through the vineyards of the Western Cape, where the sailor leaves the moving deck and discovers that stillness can also be a form of navigation. Cape Winelands Land visit Landscape as mentor January 2018 See Full Image Show Story Prologue · From passage to cultivation The sea delivered us to Cape Town. The vineyards taught us what arrival was for. There is something cinematic about the Western Cape. It is like walking through a movie or entering a painting before the paint has dried. You cannot really write about it. Description arrives too late and too small. The full effect must be undergone: mountains carrying clouds, farmlands folding into vineyards, roads disappearing into color, and every turn producing another piece of visual pay dirt. Harbor Mountain road Vineyard Return passage 01 The ca...

2018 Hero's Journey Redux · False Bay field chapter Net Worth Fish Hoek, Sarah's hometown after Zambia: a rowboat, two nets, one stubborn sea and a dragnet haul that revised the meaning of value. Fish Hoek Western Cape Family Geography Sea Labor See Full Image Show Story Prologue · A coast remembered through another life Before it was a destination for me, Fish Hoek was part of Sarah's map of home. She was born in Zambia, but this coast became one of the places that formed her: mountain behind, cold water ahead, and local knowledge carried less in books than in bodies. After Cape Town's grand landfall and the cinematic order of the Winelands, Fish Hoek reduced the scale. No ocean-liner ceremony. No vineyard composition. Just a beach, a rowboat, a net and people who understood the day's conditions before I had even chosen a hat. Homecoming Launch Tug of War The Haul 01 The call to the w...

H2OMG-Praying for rain as the city is about to claim the distinction of the first place on planet Earth to run out of fresh water supply due to 3 consecutive dry seasons. With both the Indian and Atlantic oceans surrounding us, it is easy to forget about a drought as the Western Cape is drowning in natural beauty for seafarers. Returning here is a reminder of paradise. Stunning views, driving up this glorious stretch of coastal road, finding breath-taking views is not too much of a challenge. This lookout point on Boyes Drive in Muizenberg is a scenic spot must see. Love Allwaves Let's Get Cirrius Great Atmosphere here Winging It This Morning Atlantic Side

 Formed almost 100 million years ago out of the crushed shells of tiny single-celled algae, The White Cliffs stand watch over the Channel, a symbol of this country's defiant spirit

Hero's Journey Redux · England 2018 From Flock to Foam The long walk home—from London’s noise into the English countryside, across Sussex pebble beaches, up the white chalk cliffs and toward the wider maritime road to Gibraltar. Pastoral threshold Sussex by sea Leaving no stone unturned See Full Image Show Story Prologue · The city releases the traveler London taught me the language. Sussex taught me when to stop talking. The hero returned to England expecting another itinerary. Instead, the road led out of the city, through sheep fields and ancient lanes, until walking became writing and the Channel became a mirror. After London’s stages, museums and magnificent human noise, the countryside felt almost subversive. Nothing advertised itself. The hills did not ask for attention. The sheep were unimpressed by biography. Time moved at the speed of weather. London Pastoral Sussex Beachy Head Gibraltar horizon ...