The first born makes a mother. They come as a surprise and trench through us making everything we thought we knew nothing, and everything we truly knew deeper and wider. The tiny dependencies dwindling, the vast developments charting themselves as well-planned gifts to wash over us bringing unexpected joy. The discoveries are singular and entertaining, their simplicities and peculiarities are magic crashing. The way we both dread and ache for a future when a calm with less struggle will come, and the learning that calm is gone and in its place a new joyful anxiety.
I have to break Belgium apart. While I mean that I’ll do several posts I also mean that I could no sooner digest a new place intellectually than I could photograph everything I love about it. The last day I was in Belgium Mallory and I went out into her spectacularly green yard. Belgians use hedges. Some are tall and trim others overgrown and neglected. I couldn’t stop staring at them. Ideally the whole world would be miss and hedges. Instant backdrop, instant lush. Fertility, texture. These are Mallory’s. I could have photographed her doing everything and I nearly did.
Last month I had the joy of paying a visit to my dear friend Mallory and her family. She and her husband are ex-patriots working in Brussels and we all thought it would be a good idea if they had some photographs of their life there. I cannot stop thinking about and talking about the things I did and saw there with Mal. From the food to the light to the shutters and talks. I had a wonderful time. My camera has been such a wonderful vehicle for meeting and deepening friendships. Here Mallory walks her boxer and baby in Tervuren. More to come.