1968 Australian home. Some Ruska. Teak furniture. Native Australian gardens. Splashes of Marimekko. Rimini blue Bitossi. 50s, 60s and 70s homes. House plants and succulents. Woody Allen. The occasional appearance by some Solid Gold Dancers. That's what you'll find here. And lashings of chutzpah thrown-in for good measure. Pull up a Suekichi Uchida and make yourself at home.
This is such a good reminder to fill our days with those we love while we can. What gorgeous photographs. Did you cry again because you nearly had me going over the school lunches.
this touches my heart in a very close way. my dad also has dementia, or alzheimer's, or whatever it is that's ripping him away from us. this is such a beautifully told love story about sharing life and love. thanks.
That really is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, I can't get past the first few images though, too emotional.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely. Thank you for finding this.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a blog worth reading (and being written!).
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely... to take farwell of a father... in this way... full of love.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Carmel.
x Ariane.
This is such a good reminder to fill our days with those we love while we can. What gorgeous photographs. Did you cry again because you nearly had me going over the school lunches.
ReplyDeleteHow poignant , Carmel.
ReplyDeleteBut, sadly, how close.
Love while you still can.
A day can be a lifetime.
this touches my heart in a very close way. my dad also has dementia, or alzheimer's, or whatever it is that's ripping him away from us. this is such a beautifully told love story about sharing life and love. thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat is aamaaazing, so beautiful and touching! The photography and the story was one of the best things I have ever seen...thanks Carmel
ReplyDeleteOh my. Big tears here. Puffy face tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteCarmel - thanks - this is beautiful
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