A corner of many curious little lines of shops that line many rural Kenyan roads.
An acacia tree with Lake Naivasha in the background.
The bush terrain around Restart is alluring in it’s own way.
My dad and Kim the Taxi jumpstart the broken down car that will take me to Gilgil.
Rolling, light-touched crests and falls of the Rift Valley.
This picture (and others like it) were taken in the mirror above the sink in my Gilgil apartment. I often would look into this mirror, inquiring into the reflection I saw.
One goat, two goat, white goat, brown goat.
The main building of Restart. Dances, fashion walks, and all sorts of shenanigans happen here.
The children at Restart keep each other entertained with all sorts of hand games.
Bougainvillea is a very popular plant in Kenya and lends it’s bright colors to almost any terrain.
A lonely flower blooms on the fence of Restart.
Mary Coulson, the “Lady of the Woods,” and one of the people who inspired my life.
A motorbike speeding along in a grove of giant acacia trees.
Football (soccer) is a huge part of the lifestyle at Restart. Here are the boy’s cleats all lined up.
A little girl asked me if she could use my camera and took this picture. I don’t think she had touched a camera before, but the result was amazing.
I actually took this photo in my room after returning from Restart. Here is the infamous red kikoi featured in “La Tzigane.”
The precipice of a road winding down the foothills of the Abedares into the Rift Valley.
There are so many beautiful flowers around the campus of Restart.
Many everyday objects spring to life as playmates.
The skies are grey over the rolling farmland of the Rift.
The view from inside the Restart Bus.
The sun suddenly illuminated Nicole, giving her a halo. This was taken during one of our very bumpy rides in the back of the pickup truck.
The sink in my apartment.
Some amaranth and raisins for breakfast!
Madonna and child.
“Think not what you are… But what you can become.”
More arts and crafts by Sanata.
A yellow fever acacia tree.
We all reach for something, but what is it?
Restart Africa also features a medicinal plant project in which the knowledge of healing herbs is preserved.
The clouds sweep over the Earth.
Birds on a line.
An acacia next to the road to Restart.
One of the gates on the way to Restart. Normally cows bask in the sun in the adjacent pasture.
“I LOVE RESTART”
A wrong dive.
An early morning outside of Mary’s driveway.
Christmas presents for the children at Restart!
Nicole, Elie, and Sarah laughing as some of the little ones tumble through the grass.
A shoe made by Sanata. They even custom-made me a pair for my little pixie feet!
The giant orange Restart bus, used for field trips.
A petrol station at one of the little towns along the highway.
Mary’s house, drenched and caressed by vines and indigenous flowers.
The Sanata women’s group designs all sorts of beautiful and eclectic pieces.
Nicole aligns with the universe as colors come together in a whimsical moment of time.
A pop of color caught by the morning sun.
There are beautiful flowers in each and every corner of the world.
The campus of Restart is very well-thought out, providing lots of green space for children to play on.
Jacaranda trees are very common in Nairobi and across the Rift.
Maize growing next to the highway.
Hanging laundry outside my apartment on the second floor.
An acacia grove standing alongside the road.
A little boy stands before a volleyball game.
A rainbow of thread.
Mary’s dining room.
Elie and Sarah walk to Restart.
The old Restart truck, also known as the “royal carriage of Langalanga.” From the back of this truck we always had scenic and interesting tours of the city, including the time a man on a motorbike threw a chicken at us.
Part of the quote on the wall in the main room of Restart, which echoes the founding philosophy.
A broken window, a twisted identity.
Green dragon under moon.
Who knew that empty water tanks could be so much fun?
On one of my last days at Restart, it rained so hard that even the second-story floors were flooded.
Some of the jewelry that the women in Sanata make.