I was looking for a particular photograph in my Flickr feed and typed in the word “home.” What came up was such a wonderful group of photographs that I got lost in for a few minutes. I wanted to share a few of my favourites for you to scroll through on a lazy Saturday.
A strange mix of homes, from different times in my life.
Once upon a time I had Giraffes in my life.
The view from my bedroom at my parents house is magical.
My Brother in law and his sweet pup. This is one of my favourite photographs I’ve ever taken.
In the Summer we always stand with our heads out of the windows, watching the swifts.
My past life as a jewellery-designer was full of soft toned jewels and feathers.
The concept of home is such a strange one for me, is it New Zealand, or London? Sometimes it is both. Sometimes it is New Zealand, and I long for the safety of the hills and the wilderness of the beach. Sometimes it hurts to think about too much.
What does “home” mean to you?