“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: The morning of the Easter parade in an absolutely fabulous hand-made hat. Poet: The gaze that broke my heart. She [...]
Outside it’s still summer but come inside and you’ll notice; the autumn mood has fallen. Our days have been punctuated with sniffles, fevers, weariness and foul moods (mine). Yes, the [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Crab hunting, cave exploring and ocean swimming – the best kind of day at the beach. Poet: Looking very Miss [...]
“Mothers of schoolchildren can have a tense relationship with time and, in some cases, an obsessive attachment to using it efficiently. One of the greatest injuries one can commit against [...]
photos by luisa brimble Surry Hills is south-east of the CBD, an inner-city suburb with a fabulous personality. It’s the perfect place to wander; passed dilapidated terraces, bustling cafes [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: He is growing up so fast, blossoming. And his eyelashes are getting darker, lucky boy. Poet: From our kitchen to a [...]
It was only when I looked through the lens that I saw beauty in concrete. Seemingly bland to the eye, concrete reveals its texture and quirk in a photograph. It has a surprising depth to it; [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: A boy, his shadow, and the milky way Poet: She’s my (determined and bossy) kitchen companion A [...]
I’m watching hues of rust and ochre seep into the landscape; summer fades to fall. Summer was all about the heart, eating bitter foods to cool the blood and hence cool the body. Since I had [...]
For the first time in a very long time we have a strict five-day-a-week routine and it’s taking us a while to adjust. Slowly, slowly we’re getting there. Routine is not a word that [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Sitting in front of the green screen preparing to reenact a Star Wars scene. The things that happen in my [...]
