This one from Cape Town. It's February, a 'table cloth' cloud sits atop of Table Mountain. Almost at the bottom of a continent. A place with so many problems, yet so perfect. Where next? Or home.
500km west off West Africa, most of Cape Verde is bear and dry. Here in Santo Antão after half a days effort and some adventure it opens up to a new green world and a punishing, yet awesome, day's hiking.
Deep inside a place few know, where Europeans came, planted flags and argued about bordered. The sweat and effort to pull money from the ground and the start of a world few think about or know about.
It's cold, but a fresh coat of snow cleans and brightens everything. Light, but thick under foot and I feel like I am seven again with it all laid out only for me. The sunshine is nice, but so are four seasons and perpetual change all around you.