9.4.10
Seeing beyond the scene
Beautiful photographs makes my heart ache with longing. (Sometimes) my eyes begin to well up with tears and I begin to pine for some unknown thing. This onslaught of puberty like symptoms was recently (and thankfully) laid to rest when I discovered that, the pining is a result of the resigned acceptance of my inability to 'see' the way a photographer does.
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Agendas and winning
When my children were toddlers, I had a quote stuck on my shelf which read, “When we lose our agendas, everybody wins.” At that time I was j...
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As with most of life's revelations, I got one of my favorites at a mundane moment in the peak of summer. Cruising down Mount Road, the s...
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I think so fondly of those days gone by. When the world was so small. When horizons were so close that you could touch them with your finger...
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Was it just twenty years ago that a landline was an 'in' thing?! Was it just twenty years ago that inland letters were quick enough?...