Recall by recall we re-built the road to ourselves.
Memory by memory re-constructed a home.
Rebuilding the Road to Ourselves
Transparency – notes on a photo-project
Continue reading “Transparency – notes on a photo-project”I fought with the notion of seeing my ageing parents as a ‘project’. It seemed unethical, callous even, and preserving their dignity is a priority to me.
Bogey Man
Flat. Featureless. Unfathomable.
So began the shape of danger which morphed over the years into different, more recognisable forms. My bogeyman became variously a thief, a rogue, a soldier, a natural disaster; a noxious substance and then a malaise of the heart.
Making Photo Books from Old Images
‘Family Ties’ was a gift for siblings & parents in South Africa, using a number of old photos from our archives that I had collated and digitised during my first trip last year.
Living between two Shores
Continue reading “Living between two Shores”It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
It can’t be fixed
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
Misty Sunrise
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Dry Eyes
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
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