OK, I get it. Raising kids is hard. Harder than I thought. Much harder. Throw in work, the rainy season,
I need to make boxes and boxes of prints like we did before digital came along and banished everything to zeros and ones. Remember flicking through real family albums for more than a zillionth of a second?
It was during a walk around my neighbourhood – I saw grandson and grandmother out with a kite.
On the very same day that we brought the child home a good friend passed away. He had so many good things going for him but in the last couple of years made some reckless life choices and threw them all away.
Spring is when schools, parks, and quaint Japanese bridges surrounded by cherry blossom are thriving with people welcoming the new school year.
Photo above: A cherry blossom tree in a quarry. How natural. The cherry blossom season is said to be a
I’m not an expert so take this with a pinch of salt but this is what I’m doing during the current pandemic.
Some days I don’t want to think at all, I just want to ride my bike through ancient Japanese villages or the English countryside, the next to be alone in India with an old film camera and a few rolls of film or waking up on a mountain with a full day of hiking and adventure ahead of me.