Leaves of light

You’re looking towards the hills on which the denizens of Riebeek Kasteel (an hour north of Cape Town) have placed the arse of their village. Actually, you’re also looking through the windscreen of my battered old Opel, a few months before it insisted on retirement. The rain drops on the windscreen lend this image a completely authentic, non-vaselined, non-digitised and slightly uneven softening blur. That’s probably enough about this one.