leaving a light on for me

ok, im not sure how my brain wraps itself around these thoughts, but looking at these street lamps, reminded me of an episode i saw of 'extreme makeover - home edition' (what can i say, i can't help myself!)

ty and the guys had built a home for a family whos daughter had run away, or had she been abducted? anyway, the family was doing their bit to help other families with runaway or kidnapped kids. this is how i learnt about the 'light the way home' awareness campaign, where families leave their porch lights on, night and day, to always welcome home their children, if and when they were to return home!

ultimately, it reminded me of family in general and mine has really been there for me - especially this week.

every family has there own stories to tell, but if you've ever watched an episode of 'brothers and sisters', you might understand a little, if i told you what my family is like! i sometimes think we'd make a good reality show! ...seriously!

off course, none of us are addicts or married to a senator (we have other issues - we're only human!), but mostly it's the everybody-knowing-everybody-elses-business-bit i'm referring to.

your secret becomes a family secret and your private affairs well, a family affair! but if you are tough enough (and lucky for us, most of us are... most of the time) to make life's little choices on your own, despite the 'only-cause-i-care'-opinions of those nearest and dearest, you might just manage to avoid the drama that becomes the intrigue of the hit tv series we have all learnt to love and possibly even come out the other side something, seeming to resemble an individual. after all, life is not a reality show (unless you're an osbourne or a lohan) and drama suits actors better than real life brothers and sisters!

so when life gets a little tough and the endless pool of self help, power of positive thinking and the seven habits of highly effective people (this reading material has become a bit of a family heirloom), is all used up and it seems there is no light at the end of the tunnel, my sometimes-interfering, yet always-interested family, always seem to be there, no matter how far i try to run, still leaving a light on for me...

...like the umbrella's, these are just a few (i seemed to have formed an obsession with certain objects) mostly from the south of france. i found myself snapping away at every possible street lamp. these are for my mom.




























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