Dreaming of another place.

Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination
We’ll begin
With a sprint
Travelling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will define explanation
If you wanna view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to do it
Wanna change the world
There’s nothing to it
There is no like I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be
If you wanna view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to do it
Wanna change the world
There’s nothing to it
There is no 
Life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there you’ll be free
If you truly 
Wish to be 
- Gene Wilder, Pure Imagination 

Six, seven, eight.

I count eight
Nine ten
Quickly now
Everything nothing’s
Changed
Wings clipped
Legs worn
Let’s go
Let’s run
We said
We’ll get there
Sooner later
Than
My heart
Can fly
Absence is
Fleeting floating
Somewhere

I’m still there

Full circle.

Life is fleeting; we learn to treasure the days that we can sit and look at the stars, find a spot on the grass and lie on our backs, contemplating the clouds. Watching a baby sleep, living in moments that we may never have back again. Dwell in the quietness of the night, breathing in fresh, crisp, cool air. We seize the day, and live like we might never have tomorrow. Today, and everyday, I thank God for life and love; for life and love fullest.

I spent the better part of today...

T-minus 4 weeks!

I’m super excited for L.! Glad that I finally managed to get down to doing a short shoot for this super amazing, gorgeous, strong girl. She’s going to be an awesome mum and baby N. is going to be spoilt silly with all the love she is going to get from all of us.

Not long now!

Max.

Hello, this is Max. He came to intrude the shoot yesterday. I think he was looking for food.

Faith like a child.

Oh, love.

And I say a little prayer for you.

Lovely.

Picture courtesy of Davis Ng.

Live high.

Run with me.

Faces of simplicity.

Pondering the other side.

Hallway of hurt.

This is the hallway of Toul Sleng, a school that became a prison and a torture centre during the Polpot regime in Cambodia.

You can imagine the pain and all the torture that went on there during those times, feel how those detained and starved in the classrooms felt while the guards patrolled the hallways. It’s silent with just the sound of the guards boots hitting the floor. Photos of the victims show their blank stares, like their souls have been ripped out.

It hasn’t been that long since the end of the regime.

She ain't heavy she's my sister.