Sometimes you get to a point where you want to explode - don't you ? Good grief I hope I am not the only person who feels this way!
John Donne (1572-1631) said amongst other things: 'No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.'
- Meditation XVII, 1624
But we really are islands. We feel like Islands so therefore we are. Islands in an emotional archipelago. We all feel we are alone yet we are a collection in our loneliness. We need the plural of loneliness - what an oxymoron that is.
Moving right along...
When I get to the point when I am going to explode, something interesting usually happens. I can never tell what, but I burst forth with something and what was once a grain of sand in my consciousness, falls to the fore and there is my explosion. As you can imagine some of these fizzle and flop. Some bear fruit and burn hot.
I turned up on a virtual stranger's (caravan) doorstep one night on a whim. Twenty-one years later I am the proudest mum in existence, so the lesson I have learned is explode and deal with the fallout later and this is why you are reading these words.
A chance peep at some chook frocks on Facebook made me realise that as a photojournalist, sometimes I tend to look towards the big deals and there are things I don't always see because they seem inconsequential.
The simple sweetness of a woman who made chicken outfits for a friend's daughter reminded me that even though Obama is president, this year we had the Olympics and CSG sux, none of these entities care about choox in frox in a little town near Australia's most easterly point.
And I do.
What life is worth fighting for if we are too busy brawling to see what we are fighting about?
I am so happy that somewhere in this universe, someone made a little girl happy by sewing some material scraps to elastic to adorn some local poultry.
I'd like to put these stories where you can see them - the simple stories, the happy, the sad, the tragic and the uplifting stories.
This is not news - just life.