In late 2011 I started thinking about a portrait project. I was in awe of Georgia and her 365 photos of the year; even more enamoured with the thought of a hard-cover printed album at the end of [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Waiting for her (she’s smelling the daisies). Poet: Waiting for him (he’s chasing the ducks) And [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Lazy afternoons reading in bed. I see so much of Daniel here. Poet: Completely mesmerised by Sunny and Scout [...]
And just like that it’s Christmas time. 2012 has been abundant – with opportunity, travel, growth and love. I’m wandering into the festive season feeling incredibly content and [...]
This morning, as I filled his water bottle and packed his lunch, I remembered so clearly the first day when I cried into his little box of grapes and rice crackers. We were quiet on the drive to [...]
On Sunday evening I stood in the kitchen at 5:30pm, took one look at the mess and ordered everyone to get in the car. The ocean beckoned and I was so grateful for its pull; an opportunity to [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Sitting outside the laundry, wondering what to do next. Poet: At the rock pool, running in and out of the water, [...]
At the beginning of every season I drive over the hill to visit my naturopath. She lives in a country cottage that borders a small river; chooks, ducks and geese call the garden home. I usually [...]
I’m wrapped in a cardigan and scarf tonight, listening to the chorus of rain and crickets and frogs. It’s surprisingly cold here at the moment; strange to be wearing woolens and [...]
I grew up with the “slip, slop, slap” slogan emblazoned on my mind. Summer was a blend of pool days and balmy nights, bubble-o-bills and Sunday afternoon barbecues. We always had a [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Wrapped in a serape, watching the children play on the sand below. Poet: She watched the big kids from afar; so [...]
wabi-sabi: the Japanese aesthetic that embraces the flawed, incomplete and ephemeral. Underplayed beauty is so appealing, is it not? The delicacy of a pot amongst wilting vines, the deep green [...]
