Memories in Words and Pictures
This photograph of me was taken on the steps of the first house I ever lived in, a quarter villa in the east of Edinburgh. It's the first house my parents owned and the home to which both my younger sister and I were taken after our respective births. We moved away the summer before... Continue Reading →
Twilight is bewitching and enchanting, but the gloaming is soothing and secure, a time out of time when the day's worries and stresses fade away. The gloaming delights me and never more than when I'm in a city. The contrast between the clamour of life going on around me and my own personal bubble of... Continue Reading →
Home, they say, is where the heart is. But what if your heart can’t decide? Places are very important to me and I have a tendency to become dramatically attached to them. There are many that have grabbed my heart but only three where I have left it. At forty I went on a journey... Continue Reading →
Jane's Picture Journal 