kindness

Daddy God is altogether good...He is altogether faithful...He is altogether patient...He is altogether Loving...He is KIND.

goodness me

more pics of Mauritius...how did these get here? *lol*

no more monkeys jumping on the bed

And I'm finally working on my very last album ever (well, provided Lisa gets married before me, that is!) due at the end of the week. The 'last of something' is usually the most difficult but always liberating in some or other area, even if only in personal growth or self realization. People say the 'first of everything' is especially memorable, but my last wedding is cause for collosal celebration, marking the official closure of a very long, hard, barren season of work, work and umm...more work. What better way to end it than on a tropical island. Hmm...but in order for a new space to open up, the old one has to increase by giving way for the new and in order for a seed to grow it must die...which usually means it has to endure a painful winter season to see new life.

(lack of sleep makes me especially philosophical...deliriously philosophical actually)

Sorry girls but I wont be attending another wedding for a good while...yes, its official: I'm on a 'wedding sabbatical'.

sigh

I wish with all my heart I could be fast asleep in my bed right now.

i can't sleep

old books

Why's it so hard to find classic analogue 'documentary-style' portraits of the Masai online?! For crying in a plastic spoon...

I was visiting my aunt and uncles place this last week with my mom (before she leaves to join my dad in Uganda). My uncle is an artist and he has these incredible old coffee-table books stashed up in his studio....you know, the types where you want to hold your face really close to the pages and breath in deep while turning them ever so slowly so as to best make use of the exquisite smell. Its the smell of wisdom and experience, trapped timelessly on sheets of semi gloss paper (a smell up there with leather, roast chicken and afternoon summer rain on hot dry sand). Silent journeys that only rarely brave their way back into the world to be revisited by an appreciating eye. Mm...that smell brings back sweet memories of lying on a wool carpet as a little scruffy-haired kiddie with my brother, paging through piles of old encyclopedias - he'd tell me stories about Sweden and Greenland and World War 2 and 'spontaneous combustion'. He was my hero...there was nothing he didn't know *lol*

Most of my uncles books document life in the 40's (both pre and post war). Stunning! But amongst these books, is a very large one on Kenya (probably photographed in the early 60's and printed sometime in the late 70’s maybe). Its full of huge fine-art 'documentary-style' black&white portraits. Images still alive they've been so well photographed! Why don't they make photographers like that anymore?

I could have actually just sat for hours with the book pressed up against my face, eyes closed, just taking in the delicate smell of the experience...but I couldn't...the photos were just too breathtaking to ignore. Moving. Almost spell bounding. The kind of quality you just don't find nowadays.

The digital age I tell you. Anyone can snap mindlessly away with a digital camera to flood the airwaves with crappy photos until they get their ‘one in a million’ shot...like literally. That's why I hate digital! It trains people into becoming visually lazy and self-indulgent. Did I mention that I desperately need a digital camera? Aargh...the irony of it all!

There’s a Maasai warrior I sometimes see walking around the area I live. He must be about 7 feet tall, rich almost red brown in colour and robed in traditional red Masai fabric. He stops me dead in my tracks every time. Such presence and beauty.

sweet presence

better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere

liebermarlene

I stumbled on this girly while searching for ideas on alice-bands and pretty little hair things. Her name is Rhiannon Leifheit, a stylist from Atlanta with the most massive collection of little vintage dresses. She has the sweetest little wardrobe I've ever seen. So worth having a look see.

when you were a child

When you were a child
I called you my own
And you were mine
When you were a child
You could not stand alone
But you were fine

I want to know that child again
Maybe time has changed you
But Love remembers when
You called my name and like the wind
I carried you away
It seems like only yesterday
When you were a child

When you were a child
The world was the unknown
But you were wise
To simply trust in me
That I will never leave
And hold on tight

- lyrics by Jason Upton

bokmakierie

I ♥ your style JP! Have a look at some of his work.
(Oh, and I ♥ sushi and chocolate also JP! ;-) Charge it please...thank you very much!)

separated at birth

My long lost twin and I sometime in 1980. I am on the right.

smitten

God's love is infinite. the purest romance imaginable. the fact that God (creator of the universe, holy, righteous, all knowing, all-powerful) pays attention to the most arbitrary details of our hearts to woo us closer to Himself. to remind us that He sees us. nakedly. as we are. flesh. to the core. unmasked. inside out. and that He is literally just that, ‘smitten’ with us.

I recently asked Him to take all of my heart...along with every dream...in exchange for more of Him. and he has done just that.

mauritius

ok - so I'm actually just going to show off right now...cause I can!!

(hmm...yes...this is where I'll be today in 3 weeks time)

joao silva

A hero of the struggle and one of the four South African photographers associated with the ‘The Bang Bang Club’ documenting township violence in the early 90's as apartheid was in its last throes. Joao Silva and Greg Marinovich (the only survivors of the group) wrote an autobiography after the name which has since been turned into a movie. Some of his photos give me goosies. No words.

ghetto blaster

A boombox, also known as ghetto blaster, jambox, or radio-cassette, is a name given to portable stereo systems capable of playing radio stations and recorded music (usually cassettes), at relatively high volume. Designed for portability, most boomboxes can be powered by batteries, as well as by line current.

faith

By faith Abraham, even though he was pased age - and Sarah herself was barren - was able to become a father because he considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came the descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seasore.

Hebrews 11:11-12

emma

Oh, I just love this! This was taken by a friend of a friend. Check out her pics here. She's really good.

sweetness

YAY!

Welly boots make my heart glad!

so much of prettyness