A photo a day, 2015 – December Wrap-up

December; my year in pictures. Starting a sunny January day, when my sister & I took a walk on familiar ground & made plans for the year ahead. There were twelve months before us; 365 days waiting to happen. We wonder what those days would bring us, what they would bring the world. We knew nothing, we were acting on blind faith, as we stepped into 2015.

A year in pictures. And what a beautiful year it has been; so colourful, filled with small & big adventures. A year in which I have felt happy, blessed, hopeful, frightened, amazed & understood.

My year in pictures. Taking you from that sunny first January day, straight through the beautiful days of spring, the warm days of summer, the brightness of Autumn, into a winter which never really became a winter at all. This is my beautiful life, these are the pictures that didn’t make it, but who still deserve to be seen. Because they mean something to me & make up the sum of my life.

Thank you all for your support, kindness, love & encouragement throughout the year. Thanks for finding me & sticking with me. I wish you all the best in the New Year & of course I hope to see you all back here in 2016!

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One photo a day, 2015 – week 48

26) Finn

26) Finn

‘The best portion of your life
will be the small, nameless moments
you spend smiling with someone
who matters to you’

-Unknown-

Wrapping up my November theme with just a handful of memories to share. Only five images, instead of the usual seven, because in my next post, the last of this year, I’m sharing all my December images with you at once. This way I’ll be able to finish my photo project, just in time for the New Year to start.
A new year, without a new photo challenge, but hopefully with a lot a creative & colourful ideas to brighten up the days, weeks & months.

Love for now & feel free to stay tuned for my December ‘A year in pictures’ theme…

A photo a day, 2015 – week 47

19) Angel

19) Angel

‘The price of anything
is the amount of time
you exchange for it’

Henry David Thoreau once spoke these wise words. If what he’s saying is true, and I believe it might be, then I feel I have spent my time quite wisely.
I was born in a foreign country & have spent the first part of my life moving & travelling from here to there. So, for much of this life, I’ve felt like an outsider; a nomad who belongs neither here nor there. It’s been hard, sometimes. Hard to fit in when looking different from everyone around me. And even harder to fit in when looking the same as everyone around me, but to feel completely different.
There have been times I wished that life could have been a little simpler; less extraordinary, I suppose. I thought maybe that would make everything a bit easier & it would make me feel less of an oddity. But these days, I realize how fortunate I have been, to be able to make all these beautiful, unique memories, starting from the day I was born, stretching across the years, right into the present day. I’ve been lucky to be surrounded by people who love me, know me & allow me to be me. And these people have created the most extraordinary memories together with me. They’ll forever carry my memories along with them, like sacred vessels filled with evidence of my existence.

Of course I have regrets, time wasted, or time I wish I had spent more wisely. Of course, I walked through numerous days of my life without looking around me as much as I could have, naïvely spending something as precious as time on something not equally important. But that’s life too & those times created memories as well. And some of those particular memories turned out to be among the best I’ve made so far.

A photo a day, 2015 – week 46

12) Going places

12) Going places

I believe our best memories cannot be held in our hands, they cannot be placed in boxes or may not even be able to be written down on paper. These memories are created in the silence that exist between one word & the next, made in those fleeting moments between what we do & what we plan to do. They are light as air, often wordless & easily overlooked. But these memories consist of love. And once seen, once felt, they are never forgotten. They stay with us through the years, they create a home within our soul & they pick us up when we are down. We carry them with us wherever we go & they allow us to travel back & forth in time whenever we feel the need to do so.

It are those memories I cannot capture here; those all-important moments, which shaped me more than I’ll ever know. But I will remember them all the same.

A photo a day, 2015 – week 45

5) The world's cutest teddy

5) The world’s cutest teddy

Tribute to time gone by…

I don’t often say things like this about ideas I come up with myself, but I really love my November theme. It’s been such an incredibly gratifying experience to search through the souvenirs of my life so far. I’ve discovered & rediscovered so many lovely hidden treasures; much loved objects packed away in small boxes, stored on high shelves or lost between new pieces of life I’ve collected along the way. I’ve gazed at pictures, searching for the meaning within memories. What did that time mean to me, how did it change me, how did that particular moment in time contribute to the person I am today?

I highly recommend it; this documenting of your keepsakes. It will remind you of some of the most important times of your life; times which formed you in small & in big ways, times long gone or times just lived. Your memories might surprise you. And even though the best of times are often not documented or tangible, documenting what you did safe is bound to bring you closer to the memories which can only be seen within your mind’s eye.

Love, Naomi

A photo a day, 2015 – week 44

29) Fallen

29) Fallen

It‘s been a while since my last update. The world drifted into December, the end of the year is in sight & I’m still ploughing through the last few October images. November flashed by, as I  was struggling to keep up with the pace of life.  Because, really, what happened to the time, what happened to all the plans I made, the ideas swimming within me? What happened to all my best intentions; the photos I wanted to make & the posts I wanted to write?

Well, truth is I got distracted. Distracted by the world. I suppose, it is save to say, I was lost in thought.I was spending all my time thinking. Thinking about a whole lot of things. I was thinking so much that it kept me from writing. In the meantime, all kinds of great things were happening to me. I was given opportunities to grow & create. And I loved them all. But still, I kept thinking & thinking & thinking.

I was thinking about those poor people fleeing from everywhere, thinking about borders closing, fences appearing out of nowhere. I was thinking about all those lost souls drifting in from sea, stranding on unfamiliar shores, carrying fear & sorrow as their only possessions.
I was thinking about cities of love, who became cities of something different entirely, all in a matter of moments. Thinking about fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, friends & lovers being ripped away, bodies falling to the floor never to rise again. Thinking about men in masks, men in uniform & those important men in suits, who appear on our television screens to bring nothing to put our minds at ease.
I was thinking how the nightmare, which once seemed to belong to people far from here, had slipped into our living room & lives, and how it now belonged to us too. I was thinking that maybe I had been too busy living life to pay attention when I really should have.  Thinking that those throwing up barricades, those guarding the fences, would start to feel compassion now & when they didn’t, I couldn’t help but think that there was a real possibility that I would never be fully capable to understand the way this world works.

I was reading newspapers, searching the internet, I was afraid & knew I wasn’t alone. And so I became frightened of the fear of others, worried about the extreme lengths we would go through in the name of justice & repercussion.
I was thinking about the future. And as it goes, when the future couldn’t tell me anything, I turned around & started thinking of the past. Those wonderful days behind me, which have the extraordinary power to become more meaningful & less confusion as time goes by. Where the future filled me with uncertainty, the past was an old friend with all the answers to the right questions. So soothing, so calm, those old days, which once scared me the way new days sometimes do.

My November theme is a small tribute to days gone by. Even though I know I must, and I will, stop worrying about days to come, it’s been comforting to sort through the souvenirs of time. It’s been a welcome delight to discover & rediscover those small tokens of a life lived. And at the same time, it has restored my hope & faith for the days, years & life to come.The past has filled me with a healthy desire to fill all those blank pages ahead of me, with the most extraordinary set of colours I can possible think of. It has shown me that life exists in all the small things, the seemly unimportant moments & in the love we put into creating & preserving those moments.

Feel free to go on a trip down memorylane with me…..it starts right here:)

A photo a day, 2015 – week 40

1) Field of sunshine

1) Field of sunshine

October Theme: The Art of Autumn

Autumn; my favourite season of them all. If you ask me, autumn simply has the best of everything. The warmth of summer, the beauty of spring & all the cosiness of winter.
Nature changes rapidly. All around me, trees decorated in festive colours as their leafs go from green, to yellow, to orange, red, brown. The sun casting long shadows, revealing spider webs & casting angel rays on the surface below. The days get shorter, the mornings darker, but the evenings are long & fulfilling. I feel like going into the kitchen the instance the sun goes down, cooking warm soups, hot curries & hearty potpies. I want to gather all the songs I ever loved, memorize all the words I ever learned & dance to it all. I want everything, but at the same time, I want as little as possible.

This is the wonderful season of change; around me & inside of me. Each and every year at the beginning of autumn, as the first subtle changes take shape around us, the promise of change settles within my wandering mind. That exiting, yet slightly unsettling feeling of all things ending & all things beginning at the same moment in time. Like life & time are colliding somehow. Everything comes together; one last meeting on the threshold of winter. Promise is in the air, dancing around with its friends, called hope, sorrow, joy & disappointment. Days slipping away, drifting down with the leafs, swirling through the streets & disappearing from sight. The year drawing to a close, but there is still time to alter the course of the memories we are about to make.

Maybe the dark days of winter were created for reflection, but as it turns out, my days of reflection come with the colourful days of fall. My impatient mind wants to put the days, months & years in order right now, it wants to understand the when & the why of it all. It wants to come to terms with what happened to the world when we weren’t watching & what the winter will bring if we don’t find a way to put everything back on track. It wants to make plans, wants to look forward & backwards, all in equal amounts. But most of all, it wants to pause & understand the moment. It simply wants to be & be nothing more than here, now, today.

My October theme celebrates autumn; showcases it through my eyes. Close-up, simple & in full colour.