we lived on a tiny island in the banda sea
my father was
doing a documentary
and he brought us along
i wore a sarong
and we'd hike
through the
jungle
i was the local odd
one with the white
irish skin and
freckles.
we are citizens
of the island because
my father climbed the active
volcano in a race and won.
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What a story! Do tell more!
That last photo is beautiful.
Everybody dreams of living on an island for some time
What a gorgeous post! <3
I absolutely love the fabrics on the first photo, where are they from?
Love and dream ;)
Mila
<3
thanks for bringing back the memories, Lee. Your sis, La.
thanks for bringing back the memories,Lee. Xo, La
beautiful story and pictures, reminds me of how family-work- life could be as well.
i have been visiting often but never commented, your blog is really special, so thoughtful chosen and written, thank you
A volcano! It sounds like a fairy tale.
I love your blog, by the way.
Lee,
Looking at you 2 brings back so many loving memories ...I do remember your freckles....this is so moving...
Love this blog...
You are such a gifted artist,
Much Love,
XOXO
Em.
What a nice story :) Thanks for telling!
Mike carried you on his shoulders as we hiked through the steaming hot jungle until you saw a young girl carrying a load of wood on her back. You insisted to be put down and you always walked on your own after that.
seriously cool. i love your blog, its like a beautiful artpiece
such lovely words and pictures. please dont stop :)
amazing.
On the days when I sit at work staring at autocad for too long I love to browse the inspiring images and words on your blog, and I found this post particularly touching. I, too, was the odd child with the irish eyes and freckles when I was little. Thanks for sharing a little window into your world.
it's in indonesia, right?
i've never been there...
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