The underlying beauty of nature has repeatedly encompassed me since childhood, running through dew dropped grass, squelching your toes through fallen plums, racing alongside a barefoot neighbour within rows of lavender, hillsides of delicate spider webs visible only in an early morning frost; memories embalmed in an identity forever. In afternoons of seasons will; sitting among blooming flowers or under a blossoming tree, swimming in cool streams under the heat of a beaming sun, hiding within piles of fallen leaves and to the cold of winter, pulling on woollen knits and gumboots readying to crack the ice formed across garden bird baths. Photographs sourced from- Miranda Lichenstein, Sally Gall, Francois Coquerel & Denise Grunstein
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