I’ve been wanting to tell you some things. Or show you somethings, maybe? Wanting to share things that are true and beautiful and painful and just - a living life, I guess. . This summer held all of life in such a crystal clear way it was hard to be in at times. There was so much beauty rubbing alongside the absolute pain of what it means to be human that it took my breath away. There were days in my Mother in Laws garden, the sun making rainbows as we watered plants she toiled over for years, for the very last time. We watched our children play, sat with her by the window, and photographed the light on her chair. We took our kids on a plane for the first time post-pandemic; a house with a pool and pomegranate trees, Sicilian food and light that had a magic all its own, both nourishing in deeply pleasurable ways. There were night skies we all laid underneath, whilst talking about space and time and our existence here on earth, holding hands in the dark, spotting shooting stars as we floated on our own big rock. I photographed families and weddings and creative acts of imagination and all of life was in those places too - genuine, ugly, beautiful, human. My cameras malfunctioned and I made photographs that will never be born because of it, but the fact that I still remember them and have them somewhere inside me makes me believe in magic and art all over again despite it all. My son had his first seizure in three years. And then he had more. Pain and fear slipped into sleepless nights and waking moments and when David Whyte said ‘pain is a way in’ he was right, because I have been acutely within my body for the past six weeks and it’s honestly been exhausting. I notice when I’ve been holding my breath a moment too long, or when every part of me feels too alert, too primed to run. There has been little to do but to
You are such a treasure and sometimes I think you're the only one who sees life the same way I do, every aching terrible joyous momentous minute of it. I hope you never stop seeing the beauty of this world, I hope you never stop capturing it on film, I hope you never stop writing about it in such a poignant way. You inspire me always. Your friendship is a gift and I love you.
This writing and your exquisite photos just make me feel, well, everything. All at once. Your writing and your art and you are a gift.
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.
You are such a treasure and sometimes I think you're the only one who sees life the same way I do, every aching terrible joyous momentous minute of it. I hope you never stop seeing the beauty of this world, I hope you never stop capturing it on film, I hope you never stop writing about it in such a poignant way. You inspire me always. Your friendship is a gift and I love you.