a chain of little episodes

On Thursday, with only a small cup of confidence in my soul, I presented these photographs for assessment at uni. The brief of the project was to photograph a 'chain of little episodes'. A narrative or a collection of  images that were in some way connected. I am a people watcher. I observe and I create. I love the mystery of a stranger. I love to look at the smaller facets, the details of such people and conjure up a tale of who they are and what life might be like. I believe you can tell a lot about a person by their feet, their shoes. Hence, this is what I chose to photograph. I was incredibly happy with my captures and just as happy, if not more with my High Distinction. 

to grow old

On the train I watched an elderly lady unwrap a Werthers Original from it's squeaky cellophaine cover and humbly offer it to the man seated beside her, assumed to be her husband. She then unwrapped another for herself. I watched their lips move as their taste buds danced around those sweets and thought, that's what I want. To grow wrinkles with someone whom I can share my endless supply of Werthers Originals.

on a monday

On a Monday extraordinary things happen.

Last Monday I learnt that I loved my brother more than I knew. I learnt that it's ok to cry. And as I cradled a figure in my arms and softly whispered that it's going to be alright I learnt that I'm not the only one. As I layed on my mattress on the floor by my sister's bed I learnt that there are a select few that matter most.

This Monday I learnt that I love him. He came to visit as he does every day. We layed on the floor, I tickled him just to hear him laugh and I learnt that the sound of it is better than anything. We drank tea and talked about life as we know it, life as it will be and I learnt that he is one of the few.

On a Monday extraordinary things happen.

let this be a reminder

Of moonlight walks and of mosquitos biting at my ankles. Of the distant sound of traffic and of trains on the railway line. Of the song I sang and of the words I spoke. Of his eyes when he heard my voice and of the way he held on tight. Of the night he became my best friend. 

on account of new things

I decided to start a new blog for things a little closer to home. For everything.
My world is not what it used to be and I feel a clean page is necessary. I've been home a month and things are only now beginning to appear different to how they were when I left them a year ago. The general thrill of returning lingers but is no longer so prominent, the life pursuit is what it is. Troubling, yet wonderful. Exhausting, yet joyful. Changes make me anxious and excited. People have the same effect.
This week is a little troubling on account of a few things. My mind is tired and my boots could use a few feathers. Though, I remind myself that it is only Tuesday and the coming days may greet me with joy. And I remind you not to be alarmed nor concerned by these words. I simply have a few too many stones in my stones in my socks, it will just take a little time to shake them all out. That's all.