Life & Loss

1975, I Was Five

1975, I Was Five

The cottage, photographed in 1991.I ran over to the big plastic bag. Her long plastic legs with white shoes stuck right out from the top. “Mommy, she’s here,” I shouted as Daddy took the pram off the train. Mommy was carrying my baby brother and she found it difficult...

The Empty House

The Empty House

A neighbouring house falls silent, leaving behind the traces of two lives and a reflection on the empty spaces we all eventually leave behind.

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