Author Archive

Collecting the world

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“To collect photographs is to collect the world” – Susan Sontag, On Photography What is it that makes you pull your camera or phone out and take a photo of something? My husband… Continue reading

Into the wild

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Last Monday morning I dragged myself out of bed, mindlessly drank a cup of coffee and managed to shove my hair into something almost resembling a topknot. I probably didn’t bother to look in the mirror before… Continue reading

United by…?

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We can throw the word ‘unity’ around like confetti. It sounds good, it’s got wholesome vibes. I don’t know about you, but even though it’s a word I happily use, I’ve never really stopped… Continue reading

Hostess with the mostess

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My childhood fantasy world didn’t involve dressing up in toilet roll and staging make-believe weddings or playing with dolls, pretending they were babies. That never really appealed to me. The one game that always made… Continue reading

Staying cosy this winter

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Warm, wooly, oversize jumpers with sleeves that fall down over your hands. Scarves that are very much toward the ‘blanket’ end of the spectrum. The flickering light of a fire with its soundtrack of crackling logs.… Continue reading

The last word

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I’m the kind of person who gets caught up in emotions. Look over at me in the cinema, and I’ll be the first one sobbing, shouting at characters under my breath, or with tears… Continue reading

How would you respond?

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This is a follow on to a previous post, ‘leaving the script behind‘ which talked about having the courage to be vulnerable. But what about the other side; how do we react when someone… Continue reading

Finding Vivian Maier

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Vivian Maier worked as a live-in nanny. Not even those she lived and worked with seemed to know much more about her, other than that she was rarely seen without a camera. But… Continue reading

Instagram: Memory maker or faker?

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The double edged sword of Instagram. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has felt the cut of its tension. On one hand, it is so generous and indiscriminate in bestowing its power. It… Continue reading

Leaving the script behind

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My palms start to get hot and sweaty, I’m feeling restless, fidgety; the fight or flight adrenaline is starting to course through my veins and I’m trying to think of excuses… This is… Continue reading