“In a perfect world, there is no future,” I read yesterday in Sansal Boualem’s novel 2084. An interesting statement. When we think about the future, we almost automatically think about change, about things that are not yet here. “When I grow up, I want to be a doctor.” “Our day will come.” “Maybe later.”
That the future may be different than the now gives us hope. Maybe in the future we find a way to distribute wealth in a more equal manner. Maybe in the future we will find a cure. Maybe in the future we will learn that war is not necessary.
If everything is already perfect, it is not necessary to think about the future. Nothing needs to be solved. No solutions need to be delegated to a realm that has not yet manifested.
In a perfect world, there is no future.
But can a world without a future be perfect? No future is no development. No chance to become better at anything. No chance to become a better person. No buds growing into flowers.
To me, looking at the photography of the blossoms of the papaya tree implies a future. Next week, more flowers will have opened. The week after the first flowers will drop to the ground. After a month, on a different tree, the papaya fruit will start to grow, pollinated by this flower.
A world without a future is unthinkable to me. Look at these flowers. Who wants a world without a future, even if it is a perfect world?
A new week; time to cast our nets and get to work!
Photo taken on Lake Kariba, Zambia
The chameleon is one of my favorite animals, and the rare occasions that I find a chameleon in the garden are very special. This one was very small, only about five centimeters – it’s probably a baby. Unfortunately, many people are scared of chameleons, and harm them. And I have to say, they are mysterious animals. Chameleons can change their color to match their surroundings. Today I learnt that in Afrikaans, the chameleon is known as ‘verkleurmannetjie’ – little man that changes colors. Chameleons are very shy. Their color makes them hard to spot, and besides that, chameleons make an effort not to make any sudden movements. They move slowly, haltingly – a bit like my internet connection at the moment…
Today is headache-day. So I’m spending my time with my eyes closed, trying not to move. I just wish I could enjoy it as much as this lion seems to do…
Photo taken in South Luangwa National Park, Zambia
I love to experiment with the editing of my photographs. What I like about this one is that it is so reminiscent of age-old rock paintings found in the region. Isn’t it wonderful that one can create such a thing?
Or do you like this version better:
Pictures taken in Pilanesberg National Park, South Africa
We have a saying in the Netherlands, “Wie’t kleine niet eert, is’t grote niet weert”. It means something like ‘if you don’t honor the small, you’re not worthy of the great’. It is what I say to myself if I pick up a penny that someone dropped.
But I think it’s also true for nature and photography. You don’t always have to go for the big and the dramatic – the elephants, lions, and the like. If you just step outside and pay attention to the smallest details, you may find even greater beauty!
This morning, according to the news, a herd of eight elephants on the loose near Pretoria are being led back into the game reserve they escaped from. I can’t imagine the sight of a herd of elephants trudging to the suburbs…
We met this bull on a recent visit to Pilanesberg National Park. In the bushes on either side of the road there the herd with several baby elephants was foraging. The aggressive bull would not let any car come close, let alone pass. We didn’t even attempt to get nearer. Elephants are said to be ‘gentle giants’, but to me they are the most scary animals one can encounter on a safari!
Is the morning cold and grey where you are? Do you have a bad-hair-day? Are you struggling to find the inspiration to start the new week? I know how you feel.
My antidote today is this beautiful Lilac-breasted Roller. There is my color and warmth – and who cares about hair if you’ve got colors like that! So let’s get this week started…
This morning we waited for the sun to rise on a hill overlooking Pretoria. It didn’t happen. It’s still cold and grey outside. Luckily, this is a tradition, and three years ago we were here too, so I give you an old photo. Meanwhile we trust that the rising of the sun – even though it happened behind the clouds – marks a new day and new life. Happy Easter!