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