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