A bit of camera trickery representing the joy of receiving a special gift
In a poor, hierarchical country like Colombia, it is a rare thing to come from humble circumstances and be studying for a doctor’s degree in Economics. With a scholarship in Logan, Utah, Brigitte left her mother and me in August 2021. She’ll be back as a PhD in 2026.
The world changed two years ago with COVID. This is my daughter, and she has Autism. It makes sudden change hard in the best of times. But she did it, she graduated junior high! All completed virtually. Gravity may keep us grounded but she still makes the choice to jump.
My daughter showing her first place trophies after winning the level one figure skating competition at the Grimsby Opens in 2006
Feeling torn in two? This mushroom is still thriving, held together by threads. Nature’s surprise after a summer’s rain. Still thriving, it greeted day-peep once more. Maybe I’ll strive to be like the mushroom someday, maybe I’ll also accept that I’m perfectly imperfect. For now, I know, I’m only human.
Adopting a deaf, un-socialised puppy a year ago in the middle of a covid-lockdown has proved a huge boost for my writing. The ideas for at least half the stories and poems I’ve written since then were conceived or developed on our long daily walks. And Lily is thriving!
Inspired by a clipping I’d cut from a newspaper years earlier, I started a monthly writing magazine in 2002. A labour-of-love and only just covering costs, it’s a lot of work but enormously satisfying. It’s wonderful to be able to help fellow writers achieve publication dreams.
My previous winter home, where the river meets the sea. This was the scene one past January, a glimpse of paradise, which has now become a fond memory of the Far East.
This picture shows a bike, or at least it was once upon a time. Some may think this is trash, many would garbage it.One man’s trash still locked up tight. Broken into pieces doesn’t necessarily mean without purpose, I suppose.
Almost four generations of family. I’m in my usual spot behind the camera, my Mum and Dad in the centre, my son, James and his girlfriend, Ellie, to the left of the picture and my daughter, Emily (still baking Jacob in the oven) and her boyfriend, Chris to the right.
Sadly, Mum is in nursing home care now due to Alzheimer’s Disease but a few years earlier she loved meeting Her Majesty in a small town near her home!
For my eighth birthday my Nan gave me this crochet hook and a ball of yarn. She taught me to crochet when I was just five, sitting together in her back room, and I’ve never stopped. I’m sure she’s still watching as I crochet for my granddaughter. Thank you, Nan!