I was given a new camera. Given. Without strings, at the end of a shoot that I did for wedding photographers from Washington. They’d let me use it throughout the camp we attended on the lead up to Notting Hill Carnival, and at the end of the session, they said, “it’s yours.” And I am a full time missionary; I could not have saved for it for years. So I am overwhelmed.
The next day, Liz came to my house, and we set out for Hackney Downs. We sat in the midst of a field of wildflowers that I’d visited several times in the summer. But it is clearly the end of the season, and as we sat in the brown remains, the same peeked out in the most breathtaking way.