seeing the humanity and joy in our everyday
He asked me to marry him. Plain and simple. ‘I think it might be a good idea.’ No ceremony to the moment. No build up. No expectation. Continue reading “On love, weddings and the colour yellow [PART 1]”
I had met him on messenger. People still ask me how I had the patience. I am a patient person, when I know it is worth it in the end. Task-oriented, that is what they call me.
I prefer to be hands-on and take pictures, and yet I really enjoyed walking around the galleries and reading the photographers’ biographies as well as the story behind each image. I found myself going home to research some of the artists in the gallery, their photographic style and their own personal story. I could feel passion for photography coming back to me.
One, an artist. The other, master of stick drawings.
After a year of daily lunchbox packing, there followed a blissful break when my 2 older children were in ‘infants’ – that part of schooling when you benefit from free meals. My 3rd child, a baby, finally rejoiced some undivided attention and maybe a few more elaborate meals.
September last year I found myself back on the lunchbox wagon. Continue reading “On Lunchboxes”
‘So I’m supposed to tell you my story, no guidelines… That’s going to be hard! I do not know where to start.
My father passed away when I was ten years old and I was brought up by my mum and my two older sisters. They moved out of home and I went into boarding school for a while. My father had been my best friend. Continue reading “On the artist”
This story was kindly told by *Andrew.
‘One thing that did happen, I once inherited a guy, who wasn’t very well, he got Parkinson’s. His family lived far, so I used to pop up and chat with him in the evenings. And then… he passed away.
