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