Brackenhurst Harvest Festival, all decked out for celebration.
A winning picture I took at Woodland Star School.
My favorite flowers that only mysteriously appear once a year in November.
Delicately tough.
On a whim I changed my hair! To those of you who know me, this was a big deal. I love changing my hair now!
A sunset outside my bedroom.
Some jewelry dangling in the wind.
Mr. David and his son, Kim.
My brother eating ice-cream.
Bohemian, stereotypically.
Another picture I took for Woodland Star.
My job included the opportunity to take pictures of cute elementary students playing in sand.
I love these flowers.
Between the fence posts…
The lotus dances with the lightning in her heart, watching, waiting for the wings of rebirth.
The strangler fig on the muna tree.
Laundry hangs.
Apples for Halloween.
My sister en pointe. She’s an amazing dancer – it only took her three months to be able to dance in these shoes!
Are we anything more than our reflections?
A palm tree.
Lights in the day.
Bracelets lined up.
The light fixture in the Dining Hall at Brackenhurst.
My brother.
The first pumpkin I ever carved! It looks pretty dandy, if I do say so myself.
Yellow lily.
A tree after rainy season.
Light catching the rain, turning it to gold.
Lights over a banquet hall.
A leaf in the sunlight.
Murky, misty weather during the rainy season.
Brackenhurst at dusk.
An unexpected moon watching over me.
Peaches? In Kenya? What kind of sorcery is this?
The muna tree peeking over our roof.
The Woodland Star Shamba.
Leo in Sparks
Harvest Festival at Brackenhurst.
The ancient beauty of the muna tree.
A bird over Brackenhurst.
A solar lantern hanging from the boughs of a tree.
A night sky trailed with the smoke of clouds.
Who am I?
The invisible crown of radiance.
Leaves.
Childhood memories.
An abandoned trip, a suitcase already packed.
The greens of Limuru.
Ollie huddled under his blanket.
The muna tree in the glory of the sun.
Mist fills the trees like water.
A dusk.
An eye over the colors of my soul – what is the cost of awakening?
Taken when I was three months into anorexia recovery, and fighting to see the beauty in myself.
Our fantastic Woodland Star display at Harvest Festival.
The first picture I took that made me think about photography as being a part of my future in some shape or form.
Mr. Wachira at Sports Day.
Dad.
The Alchemy of Wandering 
You amaze me with your exquisite beauty,thinking and being. I can’t wait to follow your adventures with my heart, knowing that you will leap soon, into the unknown, but hopefully knowing that you are loved, adored, cared for, and honored for the person that you are and are always becoming. Mom x
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I love you Mom.
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