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