November 2nd. All Soul’s Day. A lifeline to the spirit world. Remembering those who have gone before. I wonder if Madame Verger at Père Lachaise knew that her stained glass […]
November 2nd. All Soul’s Day. A lifeline to the spirit world. Remembering those who have gone before. I wonder if Madame Verger at Père Lachaise knew that her stained glass […]
Once I dreamt I lived opposite Recoleta Cemetery – instead of a walk, a half-hour bus ride and a walk away – so whenever the sky turned interesting, I could […]
Just me, the window, and the trees and apartments behind. Completely absorbed. Looking for that point where things merge and have something to say. Weaving stories in my head, creating […]
When I was 20, I sifted through Frazer’s The Golden Bough for May Day rituals to weave into a dance piece for my university finals. My head was filled with […]
On Wednesday in Recoleta Cemetery, I got waylaid by roses. Which is curious, as just that morning I’d been writing in my notebook about how we’re often brought up to […]
There’s an excitement in sitting down to write, not knowing what’s going to spill out. It’s Good Friday and I see no better day for sharing a Recoleta Cemetery photograph […]
I do love a birthday and this week my blog turned five! Here’s a photograph I took in Recoleta Cemetery in December that I’ve only recently been able to upload, […]
Don’t wait: the message could not be clearer. It started with my ‘slipped’ disc in October. Without this excruciating episode, I’d probably still be thinking about doing some regular exercise. […]
Alas no scuttling around Recoleta Cemetery for me this weekend, tuning into the All Souls vibe. While I recuperate from a herniated disc, I’m limited to a granny shuffle around […]
I’ve been sitting on this photo for a week or so, the usual “Shall I shan’t I?”, “Is it good enough?” voice kicking in. I don’t love it, but I […]
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.