The Unbearable Lightness of Being… SOFT

Tina Schell is showing as her softer side this week in stating:

  • This week show us your interpretation of SOFT. Is it something as simple as a puppy’s fur, or as personal as your favorite quilt or sweater? Maybe it’s the soft light of dawn or the whisper of a soft breeze through the trees. Let us know in your response what SOFT means to you.

I you struggle with an interpretation go to this link where Merriam Webster lists at least 25 meanings. See you do not have an excuse now go and post yourself.

“Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo.”quote from The unbearable lightness of being

I (and it may be applicable to photographers in general) go soft in the head at times. Why else would I get up early in the winter while everybody is still sleeping and drive 40 minutes to the destination underneath to be in time for and hoping that I will see a beautiful sunrise? Or at other times squeeze into holes and cracks or nearly step off a ledge because I was looking through the lens? But this is the good kind of softness in the head – it allows me to experience wonderful things and my lens to captures images in light otherwise unseen. Pressing the shutter softly, may not always be a soft job though.

⇑My daughter and wife was searching for a Matric fare-well dance dress and I could do my own thing for the day (some compensation for while I was not buying it, I was paying for the dress!). This destination, being at the front gate of the Afrikaans Language Monument is above the town of Paarl in the Western Cape of South Africa. I certainly did not expect this view. The drive was already worth it and the sun was still absent. The light of the street lamps and other lights being absorbed into the mist turned the view into a soft pastel coloured fairyland⇓

⇑I commented on Leya’s version of Soft, who posted photos of cotton grass by saying that I have hiked extensively in South Africa and never seen cotton grass but that doesn’t mean it isn’t found here.  However we have special cotton grass in the Western Cape, it is called Proteas…

When it became lighter but still before the sunrise I took these photos. It had rained the previous night which contributed for these Proteas to appear soft and dainty. ⇓

⇑In the end the sunrise itself was nothing special, but it certainly did not matter. As the sun started to shine, I saw contrasting waves of trees and mist. Could it be that there is a forest down there were fairies live? But alas the mist was soon to hide from the sun and the homes and industries was to be laid bare⇓

The light this softness brings, is certainly bearable. Not being able to take photos in these type of conditions (i.e. stuck at work) is an unbearable lightness of being.

A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1 

This was only a stop-over, not the actual destination for the day. Unfortunately the photos I took at that destination did not conjure up soft positive emotions. No word was spoken but I became angry, but anger at who exactly – maybe myself – but that will be a focused post for another day.

45 thoughts on “The Unbearable Lightness of Being… SOFT

  1. Loved your interpretation Abrie. Laughed at your “paying for the dress” comment and sighed at the glorious beauty of the views. We were in Paarl during our SA visit but paid more attention to the food and wine there LOL. I also loved your proteas which are gorgeous. I think you are the furthest thing from “soft in the head” my friend!

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  2. I love your varied interpretation of “soft,” Abrie. It’s true that sometimes photographers find themselves in some intriguing (and strange) places at odd hours in order to get the shot! Like the time I was standing on a lawn in Arizona at 5 a.m., trying to shoot the moon….

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    1. Jy sal verstaan as ek die storie skryf waarna ek verwys het. Dink jy gaan ook kwaad word. Dit was seker meters ‘n frustrasie/magteloosheid. So stukkie investigative reporting

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  3. Dit is goed jy het eers geskryf “‘n sagte antwoord……” voordat jy oor jou “anger” geskryf het. Die prys van daardie matriekafskeid rok verstaan!!! Mooi fotos!!!

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    1. Soos ek vir Hester gese het dit is meer ‘n geval van magteloosheid. Gelukkig is die rok in die konteks van matriekafkeid relatief billik, maar die koste om die helikopter the huur… dit sal die dag wees, geen gehuurde voertuie

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  4. Your last two photographs remind me of this excerpt from “Night Mail” by W.H. Auden, describing the mail train approaching Glasgow:
    Dawn freshens. Her climb is done.
    Down towards Glasgow she descends,
    Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes,
    Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
    Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.

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