Life is beautiful

This is my story of 2018. My story of connecting, reconnecting, welcoming & parting.
This is the past years through the eye of this beholder; my humble contribution to the world’s vast collection of imagery.

This is my everyday life. My simple tale of small adventures, close to home & close to heart.
This is the shared intimacy of family; the familiarity of a smile, a scent & a gesture. The thin line between what we share, what we think we share and what we can’t help but share.

This is my beautiful, colorful & fortunate life, stripped down to its bare essentials. Stripped of words, meaning or context.

This is my story & this is me sharing it with you.

Wishing you all a beautiful & unforgettable 2019!

The Cutting Room Floor, 2017

Browsing thought this years pictures, I cannot help but feel slightly overwhelmed & immensely thankful for the lovely year I’ve been given. A year filled with moments of light, love & my favorite silent moments of quiet reflection. The world, with all its gracious beauty & all its brutal violence can be a complicated place to be part of. Yet most days, not all days, I feel I have somehow been able to find that all important fragile balance between being part of everything without getting lost in it all. Living with eyes & mind wide open, but also giving myself time and space to recharge and readjust when necessary.
And more than anything, I have reminded myself over & over to keep an eye on life’s beautiful details; all the hidden beauty in everyday life, all the tiny presents nature presents to us as long as we chose to see them & all the unexpected treasures that can be found between one moment and the next.

On this blog, I have attempted to share exactly those valuable moments, those details, with you, to make sure none of the beauty would have to be lost on you…

Dear All, thank you for following along in 2017 & of course, I hope we’ll meet again here in the year to come. Because I intend to find new & old ways to share my little, large, perfectly imperfect life with you in 2018 and it would be great if you’d be there to witness it!

Love and take care, Naomi

Hello September, 2017


Dear September,

nice to see you once again. I must admit time has been flying lately & I didn’t expect to see you quite so soon. But, of course, you’re very welcome all the same. It’s been a while, you know, since I took the time to  reflect on life as it passes. That’s why I’ve been sitting here for some time now, feeling unsure where to start & why to start at all. What seemed like a great idea at first, starts to feel like quite a daunting task right now.


The thing is, somewhere about halfway August, I got a little overwhelmed by life. I’m not quite sure why or when it happened. I suppose the simple fact of time passing & life happening just got the better of me somehow. All the people I love most seemed further away somehow. And I missed them even more than usually, even more than I thought I would. It got me worrying about a time when that missing would have to become a permanent state of being. And that thought didn’t make me miss them less. I worried about my cat who’s getting older instead of younger, as I’ve always instructed her to.
I suppose, as days went by, I felt set apart by time & space for reasons I still don’t understand. And even though, I was doing the things I love to do, I wasn’t loving them the way I used to do.


I felt frustrated that, despite of the summer, the world was still falling apart on my TV screen. Cars turning into killers, mud streams turning into weapons of mass destruction & displaced people turning into human bargains on both land and sea. There was talk of nuclear bombs, which had seemed a thing of the past as I was growing up. My mind flooded with images of men in far away rooms, talking about making big gestures & ready to take rash decisions. I began to think of that Josh Ritter song I have always loved so much, a song about a man with his hand above the button. A love song about the possible end of the world. I was no longer sure how to love those poetic words with the same sense of comforting detachment.

I think I just wanted July and August to be good to the world. And to me. I wanted the days to be full of sunshine, to spend my time making the sort of memories that last a lifetime. I suppose I needed this summer to be a break from the world as it is. The way a summer should be. But it simply wasn’t happening. Instead, everything felt rushed & unsettled, as I sat and wished for everything to fall into place again. I waited impatiently for life to course correct all of itself & all of me. Such a small request to make….how hard could it really be?


One morning, it was a quarter to seven, I was cycling home through the early morning. The sun came up, batching the world around me in golden light & suddenly showering me with a renewed sense of expectation. I stopped what I was doing, got off my bicycle & took a long moment to take it all in. The sun as it quietly rose higher & higher. The water in the creek below gently passing; its course adjusted by men many a times, but its stubborn will to keep moving forever unaltered. Birds overhead, the sound of traffic in the distance, a sleepy town waking up to an ordinary, extraordinary August day in the year 2017.


And I was there. Really there. Breathing in, breathing out. Reconnecting with myself & the world around me. It wasn’t anything too mystical, nothing too wishy washy, it was just me reminding myself of the world & all its everyday charm. The beauty of a daybreak. The simple glory of everyday life as it unfolded around me. It was me reminding myself that nobody & nothing was going to change the world for me. Nothing would stop time from passing. And no one would ever set everything straight. How silly to think that summertime was ever going to be a guarantee for a perfect world.  I had to stop waiting for everything to turn out fine. Life simply doesn’t work like that. Like that river below me, life was always going to  be course corrected and altered by time, mankind & all other things I might never understand everything about. And, standing there, batching in that golden light, I found a way to be at peace with that knowledge as I have been many times before.

So, that’s what happened this summer, dear September, that’s what I needed to write about. About life shaking me; both shaking me up & then shaking me awake. It’s been confusing. It wasn’t what I expected. But it’s been good & it’s been necessary.  It made me look harder for the things that really matter. It forced me to try new things & explore different viewpoint. I suppose & hope that it helped me grow in ways I might one day fully understand.

I’m wishing you all the best, September, and please make sure to say goodbye to August on its way out.

Love, Naomi


Josh Ritter – Temptation of Adam