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