The other culture

23-12-13

The day of the party. The first glimpses of our town.

24-12-13

The house. A sense of expectancy.

25-12-13

A day of no photos, of quiet celebrations. A late evening Christmas dinner. No make up. A dog walk in the dark. A still night. No wind. No rain. By the sea.

26-12-13

An invitation to somebody else´s home. A veritable melting pot of hilarity from the man of the house. Fire on too high. A wine glass filled to the top with his best whiskey. All for me.

27-12-13

Non descript.


28-12-13

An anxious walk with an over excited dog. The bench. He died this day 7 years ago. My mother´s exquisite words etched onto a plaque. The view over to our house.

29-12-13

More indulgent drinking. No structure to the days. Simply endless time to enjoy and partake in social interactions without a sense of guilt or blame.

30-12-13

A day of outings.

31-12-13

The day just a pretext to the evening and it´s celebrations. 20 friends. An odd meal. The company outshining the food. A sense of being surrounded by people who truly know you; the child you, the old you, the current you. No words needed.  Elation.

 1-1-14

The New Year.

 2-1-14

The afternoon spent shopping. Then she left.

3-1-14

Domesticity...