Tag Archive: photography

roots.

The high street mannequins are flaunting heavily autumnal get-ups, cable-knit sweaters and corduroy trousers and quirky Aztec-patterned mittens. The ice cream shops are battening down the hatches for their winter hibernation and even… Continue reading

Cranberry Suckerpunch Smoothie

You wake up longing for autumn flavours in a summery skin. So you army-crawl into the kitchen and before your blender knows it you’re pulling out the big guns  – zingy cranberries, dates, bee… Continue reading

lowercase days

sometimes i write in lowercase because it feels like i have nothing epic or loud or brave to say. especially these days, which have me circling in a weird holding pattern over several… Continue reading

the globe is at it again

A little prickle of melancholy poked me this morning because it was all too lovely — the sunny window seat. The glass of milky cold-brewed coffee, glistening with condensation diamonds. The thick weekend paper.… Continue reading

poems in plainclothes

You already know that my eye collects things.  Prolifically. So much that it’s been whining for a theme song. So I wrote it one.  plainclothes poems, the song is called. Shall I show you… Continue reading

Bubur Kacang Hijau (sweet mung bean soup)

Ever since I mentioned one comfort food Hall of Fame winner, I’ve been wracked with guilt for leaving out the others. I know most people who grew up outside of SE Asia won’t… Continue reading

let’s go foraging {norway.2}

See this, children? This is what fishing for your supper looks like.  Then we pulled on gumboots to comb the mossy marsh below the cottage for cloudberries. Our lovely host, Helle, smushed them into… Continue reading

the blood I lose in translation

My identity lost a lot of blood when I was transplanted to Holland. Three years on, it still looks anemic. Some days I don’t care that I’m not myself in Dutch yet, and… Continue reading

Millet Bowl with Tangy Tahini Butternut & Chickpeas

Nothing can beat a steaming plate of rice topped with a crispy fried egg and drizzled in sweet soy sauce. It’s the tzar of down-home comfort food as far as I’m concerned, and… Continue reading

at home in the Bunker

My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens. Step into our bunker lair. Where the light filters in soft. And the cracks in the wall… Continue reading

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