photos by luisa brimble Brooklyn is a little fishing town just north of Sydney, well-known for its oyster farms and river views. Whilst the marina, the local pub, the second-hand bookstore, and [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Evening walks to talk about his day….and everything this year will bring. Poet: Ringlets, beads and floral [...]
I have completely lost track of time as we wander to and fro, in and out of sun-soaked days (we’ve been reading Sendak). This morning I woke early to a tap on the arm from Che. He wanted so [...]
We were at the beach early on New Years Day, welcoming 2013 with its glorious blue sky. I like the fresh start of a new year, its newness and possibilities. I’ve been thinking about [...]
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 [...]
