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