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Al Alimón


As I was working through these images, I was reminded for some reason (maybe the Latino flavour) of something I read a long time ago. I had scribbled it down – it’s a Pablo Neruda anecdote and comes from his Memoirs if I’m not mistaken:

We had prepared a talk “al alimón.” You probably don’t know what that means, and neither did I…

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Viva Vivacious


This girl isn’t walking on sunshine, she is walking sunshine – in high heels! This wedding was a seamless extension of it, every snippet a fluent translation of that bigger brilliance, that deeper warmth, that vivacious status! It felt as if I were stringing beads… colourful glass, pearl and wood and stone. What follows below is a piece of that string…

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“Of the varied threads of connection that can stretch between two people — threads of innumerable thicknesses, textures, and hues, so difficult to classify and in such constant evolution — which do we get to call “love”? Perhaps love can never be defined in the singular, for it is utterly singular to each person in each relationship at each moment in time — we each love different loves, constantly navigating and negotiating the infinite continuum of meaning with which this one small, enormous word is imbued.” –maria popova

Sprawled out below, lies a  kind of embroidery of moments-  those in which yet another unique definition of love is being written.

(Much praise to the beautiful, creative people of Gelukkie – the canvas , the thread  and the master embroiderers when it comes to weddings! )

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infant joy

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”

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