Back to basics in St. Helena Bay.
The beaches seem endless and the cold dark waves crash along the sandy slopes throughout the day. Along the docks, boats bob and creak, tugging on their moorings. Accompanied only by the repetitive cries of the seagulls swopping overhead.
I'm no stranger to the ebb and flow of the ocean, all my life I've never lived further than 15 kilometres from the coast. Having said that, there's something unique about this coastal town, or maybe it's just a welcomed retreat after living in the hustle and bustle of Cape Town for the last year and a half.
William and I are spending our time in St. Helena Bay with his parents, and his adorable standard poodle Archie. While we prepare for our trip over to South East Asia. We've spent a large amount of time out and about photographing the coast and fishing docks. Getting back into photography has been astonishingly addictive. I've always had an inkling for it, dabbling in it here and there, however, this is the first time I've had a camera in years.
Accompanied by my new Olympus E-M10III I have been capturing images along the way.
Photographing the streets of Vietnam seems like a distant dream, familiar coastlines traded in for night markets and busy streets.
As the countdown to our departure arrives, excitement for the unknown increases.