Archive for August, 2008
Field fire, Stanger side, the port and good night.
Good night!South Africa so far.
Not missing, just missed.
It has been ages since I’ve seen or spoke to many of you, but as you know I’ve been in Kenya working with the Tumaini Children’s Project. It was a great time being back home briefly. My friends and family really circled around and helped me make the most of the time between trips. For those who were following along on the Piga Picha blog - the World Youth Congress (Quebec) exhibit and lecture went well. I felt so privileged to be a delegate, and I am extremely pleased with the response to the children’s photographs. The lecture went smoothly, and generated a lot of interest in the project. I met tons of great youth leaders who I am excited to work with in the future.
we stay the same (and change at the same time)
After spending the majority of the summer working overseas in Africa I came home to Ontario with fresh eyes. In desperate need of rest I found myself at my parent’s house in Brampton. I usually don’t consider Brampton as a place “to get away from it all”, but only minutes after my friend from Toronto showed up we were walking through the fields and farmland retreating from the burden of time that would steal me away to travel once again. We considered our time that weekend “ageless.” We dressed up in costumes, and towed my dog around exploring abandoned farms like we were nine-year-old adventurers rather than two mid-twenties artists. There is something about the rural Ontario landscape that inspired us to “play”. The whimsy of that weekend helped me rejuvenate in ways that so many international vacations had failed to do in the past. The photographs reflect a number of things. A fierce fondness for my homeland, the desire to see it grow as I do, but mostly I hope they reflect the way that I feel about my friends when I see them in it. The range of weather and the timeless landscapes affected our emotions, heightened our humour, and bonded us together just as we prayed the summer would before the fall brought back upon us the responsibilities of adulthood.
