momentarily

Friend came to see me the other day, + husband + mum + sister + kids + extra kids. mum had made me a bilum. All were excited by the visit and cajoled me into taking photos.

I'd been in a bit of a mood, whinging to myself about the world. But the afternoon was fun and they were all so happy. (Especially about your visit mum! Everyone I know is excited about it; hope you're ready for some socialising, we are going to have to go out visiting! Everyone loves a mum.) This mixed society - culture - life isn't enough for me. But I certainly don't despise it. I learn from it, which isn't always easy, but there are lots of moments to enjoy. There are moments when I'm happy. And it's nice to photograph them, and have some cheesy shots for an album.

I wonder what on earth I will think of all this in 50 years. What stories will I tell, what photographs I'll drag out. It's inconceivable at the moment.

(hadn't realised until looking at photos that the sister got bel - check out the lady in the white shirt - preggers...)