Light, Number, Bodhrán
Sunshine glinting off freshly rained on cars. Being offered a number. Listening to the sound of a Bodhrán.
Sunshine glinting off freshly rained on cars. Being offered a number. Listening to the sound of a Bodhrán.
Lunch with my bestie. Reading about miracles and receiving one. A snow-covered peak.
Kids on a trampoline, jumping to a rhythm. Chubby little girls with ponytails and skates. Hugs and words of support from people at church on the return of a pest. Discussing ideas for a photoshoot. Classifying car music.
Catching up on that elusive gift of sleep. Dinner-lady…. Vindaloo, Matar pulao, Cinnamon rolls and Guinness. Upgrade and migration done!
A low-on-traffic Friday morning. A bleak day… and a chance to rant about it. Playing the cook.
Young couples. A soulful, uplifting mass for a wonderful person. A forgotten joke.
The beautiful colours in the sky at sunrise and sunset. Being rewarded for our work. A bit more than anticipated. Having news. Having someone to share it with.
Driving around in my beautiful convertible. What I imagined it would be. Hygge. A lovely, warm hug.
Standing up to bullies. Leave the trolls, but don’t let them think otherwise! Light in a room. Windows that open to a park. French. Boudoir… the gentleness with which i was rebuked!
A gorgeous combination of red and white. Views of the Sierra de Guadarrama. Convertible weather… even if it was for a bit.