3 Things

Long morning shadows. So many opportunities for photos. Signs of life everywhere. Love walking around, talking to the trees in my garden. Music. It makes sense again.

An ex-colleague got in touch and his evolution and the similarities between our lives and thinking made me realise…. Tribesman! Solving every issue even though some weren’t ours to solve. Happy kitty. Wish she’d stop showing her gratitude with her claws and teeth.

Dressed formally and was shocked to see that I wore the same set of clothes exactly 9 years ago. When my sis visited India for the Holy Week. Spring has painted the town all shades of amazing. Fields carpeted in yellow blossoms… bird song in the air. Petrichor. Love this time of the year! Looking […]

Until we meet again. When it gets cloudy, the sky works a huge softbox. Loved taking my camera out to shoot in my garden. Top notch guac. So proud of me.

Sleeping in. Fashion show. A private one too. I’m gettting better at dressing others. Conversing about so many beautiful things. And not so beautiful things.

The shadow of my car as I drove out in the morning. It looked like a little toy. Finding an Irish pub in the mountain town. It’s been there forever and only came to my notice because I read who sponsored the local gastronomical awards. lol. Found a gorgeous flower shop. Long stemmed roses and […]

Reaching work early enough to get a chance to shoot some gorgeous trees. A little boy worried about my car having no roof.  Blossoming Olmos. Didn’t know they were so beautiful.

A hug. A perfectly tuned harp. “I love you, ma.” I know how difficult it is for my dad to talk about his feelings. So glad he’s willing to stammer out that line. Mum always said beta, he says ma.

A promise I made. And one I’ll keep. Breakfast and lunch. I was so surprised to get to share it. Instead of plugging in, they decided to go acoustic. Some great music. Some wonderful conversations.

Found photos that mum kept on her iPad. She had at least one of each family member and friend. Sharing them helped me get back to my tribe. Nixon’s genuine grief. My faith in humanity was restored. So glad that mum hasn’t been forgotten. So glad that she is still thought of fondly. First lessons. […]