Over Easter we drove from Jozi to Paarl and stopped over at the Three Sisters for the night – a place which sits on the border of the Northern Cape and Western Cape and is somewhat of a halfway house (albeit a tiny house with half a bedroom with half a shower) between Beaufort West and Colesberg along the N1. Check it out: 31°53’40.4″S 23°05’46.7″E
The Three Sisters are named after three hills that jut out into the sky, each with a similar and distinctly unique shape that sets it apart form the rest of the scenery. The farm is smack in the middle of the Karoo. The harsh, arid and stony Karoo – perfect for some landscape photography. A part of me wanted to take climb the surrounding landscapes with tent and rucksack.
Below is a picture of me attempting to record a time lapse of the Three Sisters across a body of water during sunset. Needless to say, my compact SLR did a good job and some post editing yielded a nice time lapse #thumbsup.
An excerpt of the farm’s history:
To see the rest of their history (pages 2 through 5), better go visit the farm on your next trip down to the Cape!
A Karoo sunrise as seen from the Three Sisters (one of them is a hiding a bit), taken in May 2011.
We stayed at the Three Sisters guest farm in early May, and this was the scene that greeted us minutes shy of 7 o’clock, just before we undertook the journey back to Johannesburg. It was as though God had decided to paint the sky with pink and orange pastels, just for fun.
One stark topic that was discussed with the owner of the guest farm was that of fracking (hydraulic fracturing). Fracking is a process where one creates or widens fractures in underground rock layers in order to expand these fractures; and this ultimately causes more natural gas and oil to flow through the fracture, and thus more oil and natural gas can be mined from a given piece of land.
Basically, men in their little suits with piles of money locked away in the vaults of banks in America and Switzerland want to drill the Karoo for oil and gas.
It does not seem that the little towns in the Karoo will have the infrastructure or amount of readily available water to sustainably introduce fracking, and it would be a real shame if such a beautiful part of South Africa would become another toy of capitalism; another vein of blood to be sucked dry in a jiffy.
In the heart of the harsh Karoo,
As sun rises slowly from sleep
Unveiling from previous black canvas:
Soft pastel hues that melt into blue,
Blue untouched by soot or smoke
Enveloping a wild, rugged landscape
With its caring, crystal cloak
That morning the few who gazed
At heaven saw, in wondrous awe:
God playing happily with His crayons
Winking at the painters of today
As He pinched the sun and tugged,
Casting His eye on the crystal blue
In the heart of the harsh Karoo.
June 2011 – Francois Hermanus Steyn