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