I am in love with my six former-ferals, my two dogs, my husband.
I am in love with coffee, and reading, and cuddling my cats.
I am in love with being home.
I am in love with poetry, and art. Walt Whitman, Atwood, and Wendell Berry; the simple eloquence of Ada Limon.
I’m in love with the world, and exasperated by it. Torn between finding hope, and dreaming of asteroids. My faith restored by kindness, and nature; by meeting good people raising good humans.
I am in love with ordinary magic. The Woody-Allen-mundane, like grooves in the day: talking, pouring juice, and tying shoes. The easy-familiar before the hero blunders in.
I am in love with my camera, and the cloak it gives me; the eyes it lends me to see the world.
Every year I pick a family of swans to follow, from eggs to adolescents. Fascinating, and monogamous; endearingly clumsy, and secretly arseholes.
And as I ambled through the city, I found a thousand stories playing out in front of me. Cigarettes in grubby chef-whites. Park-bench snoozes, and lunchbreaks on the grass; a patchwork of people, just going about their days.
So I scooped up my camera, and disappeared behind the lens. Absorbed in these people, in their accidental beauty; my camera-roll filled with a tapestry of lives. And from then on, that was me. The girl with the camera.
From strangers in Glasgow, to friends, and weddings. Until at last- like finding my way home- families. And I know it sounds silly. But in my own small way, this is something I can give.
To step into your world, and document your lives- your wonderful everyday, the bliss of routine. To connect with you as humans, and laugh with you as friends.
To see you as you are, and make you feel seen.