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, having finally got my laptop back from the data-rescue place (mission successful, much to my relief).
Five years ago, I knew I wanted to get my photographs out there and so creating a blog made sense, although I didn’t know what I’d be able to write about Recoleta Cemetery. I remember scribbling the first post on a sheet of A4 in a grand café in Buenos Aires after a failed attempt to go to Uruguay for the day. From then on, something always came to me, often nothing to do with the cemetery at all.
When I was 20, I visited Toronto and decided I wanted to move there. After my final exams at university, I went for a temping job picking fruit and ended up as a receptionist for Caledonian Airways at Gatwick Airport. One day someone came to see the managing director and he had a fancy pen with a stamp at the end, which he used to sign the visitors’ book ‘Worldways Canada’. It turned out the airline was in Toronto and he owned it. He said I could go and work for him and I did.
That experience gave me proof that you don’t have to have everything worked out – you just need to step in the direction of your desires and allow the rest to fall into place. When I saw this photo, I’d forgotten I’d even taken it. I think the angel is saying, “Over here!” She’s like that voice inside trying to draw our attention to who we are and what we really want to do.
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.
I couldn’t agree more. I fell in love with tango music when I was 20. I decided at 25 that I was going to tango my way to happiness. It wasn’t until I was 33 that I got an offer I couldn’t refuse, to come and live in Buenos Aires with a man I love. Not bad for dreamscaping. A life unexamined is not worth living, and a life unplanned is not worth examining -MJ Adler if we don’t know where we are going, we will surely never get there. Thank you for the beautiful post and happy birthday to your blog.
Amanda, thanks so much for leaving a comment. So we fell in love with tango music around the same time, then (me that first year I was in Toronto, aged 22). So wonderful that your path included coming to Buenos Aires too – it’s a great place to ‘examine’ ourselves. I think it’s good to know roughly where we want to get/what we want to do and allow the universe to take care of the details…