Metadata is a funny thing.Add titles, captions, and more to photos using Photos on Mac. Update: As noted in the comments, adding metadata through the Windows Properties feature may not the best option. Click the Details tab to add tags and keywords B. Rename the file in the main window A. On a PC, right-click on the image and select Properties.Quite how he survived the early months is still a mystery.The easiest and most common mistake when creating a cutline is to let it run on far too long. Yet all of “Taxi’s” youthful good looks couldn’t convince the tough-as-nails labourers to look after him or indeed feed him. “Taxi” had arrived at some stage as a stowaway in a bush taxi transporting a bunch of workmen who were to build the farm’s boundary fence. For example, you can see the date and time a photo was taken, information about the camera that took the photo, and badges that indicate the state of the photo.It was some time during 2001 that we first met possibly the cutest looking black and white puppy known to mankind on the farm near Otavi (Namibia).
![]() Original photo was taken as a High Dynamic Range (HDR) photo that combines three photos taken at different exposures.Error: Cutline feature without a geometry. Original photo is stored in another location (not in the Photos library on your Mac). Item is a video, slo-mo, or time-lapse clip. Photo has been marked as a favorite. Should I shoot him?”Somehow my mother managed to convince the trigger-happy farm manager not to do so, and instead got him to drive the 120 kilometres to the nearest vet, who by some miracle was working on the public holiday.Many months passed before we saw Taxi again. His head is almost hanging off. I think a leopard got him. On a fishing trip in icy winds.During Easter 2002 my mother received a harrowing call from the farm manager that went something like this:“Erm, Kate, Taxi has been badly injured. He restrained himself from chasing even the tastiest looking francolin or guinea fowl.…like master. Trying to clip raster in QGIS, 'Cutline is not Valid' 1.Taxi laid it on thick – rolling on his back, sticking to our mother like glue and somehow managing to not annoy my father on endless walks through dry bushland. ![]() Throughout his life, Taxi had endured adversity, but probably none more so than when his little body finally began to fail his indomitable spirit. He was gruff but gentle, and ever so persistent.And Taxi’s persistence stayed with him until the very end. Friends who would shun, or even feared, dogs would find themselves staring in disbelief as Taxi snored contently on their laps. But when it came Taxi entered the Pearly Gates the way he’d lived his life – with dignity, humility and just enough spark to growl one last goodbye. He greeted it with stubbornness, resilience, and, fittingly, a growl.Of course not even Taxi could escape death forever. No, in truth he refused to even acknowledge pain. Taxi must have been in severe pain, but he never showed it. A mistimed jump saw him sever a joint in his rear left leg – it was essentially held together by tendons and skin! Yet this wouldn’t stop him from going on walks or jumping onto sofas and laps. T o those who cared so well for Taxi: Flora, Shirley and Shaun! And of course his dog friends through life: Bobby, Toy, Snapper and Mac.The views of the Tankwa plains from up here are vast and intimidating. Bontle, Landon, Thom, David, Knowledge, Patricia, Buhle and Tebaco, Lwazi, Ntombi, Lillian, Nikita and Naledi, Lynn. To name a few: Gina, Gabi, Alex and friends Knolly and the Green/Vinjewold family Jason, Danyon, Sandy and Pierre Gundolf, Nantwin and the Kuhn family Olivia, Hannah, Emma, Margie and Andrew Callan, Egor, Seb, Tim, James and co. ![]() Yet there’s one last sting in the tail: the causeway across another riverbed has been washed out and filled with large round rocks – exactly they type we don’t want to see for fear of pulverising the Jimny’s undercarriage. It is then with some relief that we see the farmstead of Elandsvlei materialise. There are hardly any bushes and the only vegetation we come across is in the bone dry Doring River. First stop was to fill up with petrol – the main tank of the Jimny (a measly 40 litres), and an additional 25 litres in a white plastic jerry can.It took all of the Uitkyk Pass and one particularly nasty gravel bump for me to fully appreciate the poor choice of jerry can I’d made. I t’s a journey I’ve always wanted to do and, to crank it up a notch, Bontle and I did it during the Cape’s worst drought in living memory.With the little blue Suzuki Jimny loaded up, we left windy Cape Town and headed for the mission station of Wupperthal. We escape with barely a clunk and hit the corrugated gravel to the Tankwa Tented Camp.Deep in the Cederberg mountains, there exists a track that snakes its way out of the Cape and onto the big sky plains of the Tankwa Karoo. The grass was the greenest we’d seen in months!After paying the camping fee, the kindly farm owner directed us to our route: by pointing at it at an impossibly steep cliff face.“Sien jy die klein spoor wat die berg so opklim? Daai is jou pad. As we bounced down the narrow track in the dying embers of the day, I tried to calculate how many rands worth of petrol were spilling out of the container and evaporating on the Jimny’s carpet!The lonely mission station church in Wupperthal – propably getting ready for the Sunday morning service.We woke up the next morning on a green lawn at Mertenhof Farm. It was just that now we were heading to the rockiest section of today’s journey: the Wupperthal track and Eselbank Pass. We tried to seal the lid with plastic bags and it kind of worked. The relatively green vegetation of the Cederberg wasn’t going to last long.Here began the Old Postal Route, initially marked out by a young woman who walked the 70km stretch through the mountains between the Cederberg and the Tankwa Karoo 1800s. The view from slightly higher up. You’ll be fine!) The start of the Old Postal Route: up the switchbacks. We drive it in our ordinary pickups. ( See that little track going up the mountain? That’s your road. Julle sal oraait wees!” she said. The track goes right by a farmhouse equipped with solar panels, a satellite dish and a swimming pool. Old farm equipment lies on the side of the road, gently rusting away in time the pace of life up here, which at midday seems to have wound down to a crawl.Out of nowhere a sizeable farmyard appears behind an open gate. Sandy tracks are punctuated by sharp stones. The tea plantations on the plateau are set against the timeless sandstone rock sculptures of the Cederberg. The track has hardly changed since it was used by ox-wagons. Even so, she still did it in just two days!Doing the Old Postal Route today by vehicle is a cakewalk by comparison, yet you still feel you’ve been thrown back in time. Program to sync audio and video for macAmazingly this was the one place where we found a few bars of cellphone signal. Some of the vegetation had been properly braaied by a recent blaze. It seems the entire Tankwa Karoo has unravelled itself before us. Nobody’s home, so we carry on.The little Jimny crests a steep incline and are met with a truly astonishing view. Still with us!Posted on JJCategories Cape Mountains, Cederberg, Namibia Tags Cederberg camping, Klein Karoo, Mertenhof, Old Postal Route, Wuppertal Cederberg Leave a comment on A road runs through it: the Old Postal Route Part 1 The OasisIf the Cederberg were a Disneyfied African savannah setting, Cederberg Oasis would be the waterhole (it’s kind’ve in the name, I suppose).It’s the perfect base for hiking, mountain biking or gravel travel through the sandstone. You can camp, stay in little chalets, swim and grab a drink or bite to eat in the roadside restaurant. Tafelberg in the far distance.
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