I generally don’t like the wind. It makes me feel irritable and flighty. I usually stay inside with the windows shut. But yesterday Dada wanted to fly his kite so we headed to the local park and as the wind whipped around us I realised how beautiful wind-swept photos are. It’s so easy to capture movement when a breeze is around. Gratitude, today, for the wind.

My favourite skirt – red, patchwork, gypsy-style, handmade…$6 op-shop treasure;

Che loves the wind, he loves the feeling of it on his face. Apparently he thinks my jokes are pretty funny. Fresh air + funniness = lots of giggles;