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