14/06/2026
My father passed away last week.
The man who taught me the value of images and words.
A master of the visual image and born storyteller, he was the source of my creativity. He taught me about photography and literature, about politics and humanity, about philosophy and nature. He gave me the gift of growing up on boats and the ocean.
I am my father's daughter...
And without him, a little piece of me is lost.
Bear with me for a little while as I navigate my return to a world that turns so fast when it should have stopped.