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I saw Tim White's work in the most recent issue of NO magazine whilst I sitting having a pot of tea at my most favourite cafe. It was soft and loose and muted and I repeated his name over and over in my head so when I returned home to my beloved (computer) I could bang it in to our dear friend Google. What I found made me breathe easy and long for; a road trip to an unknown town, a new camera and solitude - the good kind that allows you to really watch the world and connect with it in a way that you don't when you're with an/others.







I think I will show you some more of my favourites in a next post. Perhaps some with babies...beacuse I really do love those tiny little human things a lot and he juts happened to do an incredible story of them.

 Photos: Tim White, preview from True North

shots

I don't even like flowers that much but I find myself ALWAYS taking photos of them.

Photos: Rachel Kara

ETA: Unknowingly featuring the lovely Nicole of Ampersand & Ampersand !

revelation

Watching day come up and spread it's glory over one of my favourite Sydney streets on a Saturday. Delight.

I have put down magazines and picked up novels again. It came to my attention that my mind must be visually saturated as I was not soaking up anything I was seeing.

Do you read? What are you reading? Is it good? Tell me, tell me!

Jonathan Safran Foer has been on my to do list for sometime. A delightful Christmas gift prompted follow through.

Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer. 2002.

"The boys, young men, men and elderly of the shtetl would sit vigil outside her window at all hours of the day and night asking if they could assist her with her studies, or in the garden, or if perhaps Brod would like to go for a stroll to the river.

She never said no and never said yes but pulled, slackened, pulled her strings of control.

She maintained a careful balance by her window never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far. She needed them desperately, not only for the favors, not only for the things they could get for Yankel and her that Yankel couldn't afford but because they were a few more fingers to plug the dike that held back what she knew to be true..."

Photos: Rachel Kara