Here’s a pic of me at about 4 years old with a mullet (thanks mum). All wide-eyed and innocent, not having a single clue about anything.
Tag: memories
Shipwreck Beach
Whenever I listen to that song today, I can close my eyes and feel the motion of the car, the wind in my hair and this intense swell of love.
Selective amnesia
Isn’t that interesting? The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
1 Second Everyday – Age 27
Every day for that year, my only homework assignment was to take one second of footage every day – this is it,
Hazy Cairo memories
This was taken sometime in the early 90’s at the Cairo Zoo in Egypt.
Keops, Kefren and My Carpet
There is a famous home video my Dad took of my sister and I and in it, he asks us what the names of the turtles are.
Towel heads
Taking it back to a much simpler time when I found extreme amounts of joy in throwing a shirt (or towel) over my head and pretending my short boy-looking hair was actually long, luscious, Rapunzel-type locks.
Happy Father’s Day
This is a perfect example of the amazing, spontaneous and peculiar Dad I have. The kind of dad that stayed up until the sun came up to build us a Barbie boat for Christmas…
The Bart Simpson Tree
I love this photo because it transports me back to that time. To how free it felt wandering through that field with my companion, Sabre by my side. That fresh, beautiful air at dusk and wide open space.
Reflections of my past
We would drive to my grandma’s house where the sun would stream through the windows and her dog would bolt to the door to see who it was, then run away once she found out it was us.
