I am not going to be chronological – but I thought it would be good to start near the beginning…
This image makes me smile at myself. It reminds me how lovely it is to be a small person – totally in the moment.
It reminds me where my love of photography came from – my Dad gave me my first camera and I’m sure his great sense of composition must have had some influence. I don’t know that I’ll ever be as good technically as he must’ve been, as he even developed his own film, but I can capture a well balanced image.
The biggest thing that stands out to me is the image of my Mum as a relative newcomer to parenthood. I’m not sure I could put a number on how many children she has raised – six of her own and many others fostered, minded and supported.
I have had one child, an amazing young woman, now starting her own journey into the world, and where my mother took that role to a whole new level – I have always found the borders between mother and self-hood to be a wild and sometimes frustrating place. One difference has been doing the job solo – trying to do the job of two and not always feeling that I was getting it right enough for one. And I’m learning to be with Leonard in these matters…
The birds they sang
At the break of day
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.