JULIE

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. SUN SEEKING .

with

JULIE

. . . in her backyard . . .

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She met me at the front door. We moved into the shade, I met her cats, and listened as she spoke her worries. She is not alone in these worries; I have heard many similar fears said aloud, when I go to meet with these women who want to be seen, but who have been told so many times what beauty is that they often exclude themselves from it. She had also let me know that we needed to stay close to her home, and I welcomed the challenge of taking photos in amongst the flowerbeds, bushes and shrubs.

Then we set off, seeking those spots where the sun would sparkle, glow, and eventually set.

she is a testament to strength

(like the sun goddesses of old)

she glows in a way that

only comes with time

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MICHAELA & ME

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. NESTING IN A SECRET ORCHARD .

with

MICHAELA

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This is a simple tale:

of little adventures

raw talks

laughing so hard we almost fell over while

tightrope walking

on an old log in a pond

pooling under a large chalk cliff.

Sour cherry-plum picking

drifting dragonflies

clambering hands and feet

over rocks

and through the river

to lay down in the long grass.

These are the best kinda days…

The curious ones, where everything seems so simple under the eyes of the sun and the wind, washing away all whispers of worry, or of the future, or even of dinner that night.

The wind also washed away all those whispers that we spoke behind the shelter of the bushes by the water’s edge. All you might have heard is a small cackle or two, a laughed-out-word caught in the breeze, and the glimpse of feet dipping in and out. The flash of white in the undergrowth, out of the corner of your eye. The sound of a singing bowl coming from the wooded hill up ahead…

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JOCELYN

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. THE RIVER DAUGHTER .

in her garden

with

JOCELYN

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she is the spirit of this place

she is a smoke that lingers in my mouth

she is a drop that gets under my skin

she is the call of the bird in the tree

she is a leaf in a whirling eddy

she is the dappled light that graces the rocks

she is here…

I can feel her presence in every particle.

🍃

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