Sunday, 18 June 2017


"ghost of june,
i will always find you everywhere ~"

"in the madrigal of anastasia lilies;"

"the henna dusted tresses of twilight
spread over the baroque bed
of sleepy highways
tapering into a sheet of dust;" 

"in the shadows that junipers tattoo
over chiming brooks;"

"in the clairvoyant racket of ravens
promising the sylvan vagabond's homecoming."

images from an intoxicating drive on a weekend in June. 


Monday, 12 June 2017


"The artist is the confidant in nature,
flowers carry on dialogues with him
through the graceful bending of their stems
& the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
Every flower has a cordial word
which nature directs towards him."

~ Auguste Rodin

Sunday, 11 June 2017


weekend sounds:

blackbird in the backyard
laughter of friends around the dinner table
deep breaths

weekend scents:

myrrhe balthazar
freshly soaped floors
steamy asparagus risotto wafting from the kitchen

the company of my mother.
we plan to go out, 
perhaps visit a museum, 
sit in the sun with a coffee cup. 
a rare treat to have her all to myself for a moment.

sweet sunday my dear friend.


Thursday, 8 June 2017


starting to feel it,
whisked in by summer winds.

in the glass 
an effortless concoction
of a dollop of madagascar vanilla ice cream
swimming in a pool of espresso,
or drowning
affogato al caffè,
as the Italians call it.

half of the family disappeared
to the other side of Europe,
one quarter busy at his summer job,
i work, organise & play in a quiet house.

i wish you warm breezes,
with love.


Friday, 26 May 2017


Spring burst through the door
& painted everything blush, cotton and neon.
The warmer breeze
has released an air of ease.
The mind drifts to summer holidays
in a heat that soars to 
near-African temperatures.
I'm ready for the adventure. 

Until then,
the days continue to be filled
with words & photography editing for others.
And then I reward myself
by rummaging through the  hard drive
for one or two just for me,
for you,
like these ones.
I add my thing to them slowly,
feeling the love,
wanting nothing but tenderness
& dreaminess,
as music fills the room.
There's freedom right there,
in that small moment.

It's freedom that always beckons,
and makes the thought of a total break
shine like a beacon.
To feel it rushing through the body,
leading by the hand to play (= to create), 
while I leave all expectations behind
(mine & others')
in a heap in the hallway.
And then,
at summer's end,
begin again,
with a clearer mind,
and a heart that's aligned.

(And I sit here writing this, thinking,
"but you've mulled on these same things before". 
 I look calmly in the eye and say,
"but darling, even if it's two steps back sometimes,
that, too, constitutes a journey.")

Let's make some sweeping sky circles this summer,
shall we?


Friday, 12 May 2017


"One day you finally knew
what you had to do, 
& began,
though the voices around you 
kept shouting their bad advice ~"

"though the whole house
began to tremble
& you felt the old tug
at your ankles."

"Mend my life"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.

"You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible." 

"It was already late enough,
& a wild night,
& the road full of fallen branches and stones."

"But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
& there was a new voice 
which you slowly recognized as your own,"

"that kept you company
as you strode deeper & deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do ~"

"determined to save 
the only life you could save."

Words: Mary Oliver
Model: Ani Pinchuk
Muah: Stephanie Korhonen
© Rebecca Watson Photography

Tuesday, 9 May 2017


... well, take an entire Sunday
and a light-filled space,

... a husband,
who's willing to help clear up
said space,
and take charge of the home while it all happens,
yet again,

... two photographers with a shared secret pinterest board
filled with powder-hued eye candy 
to set the backdrop
for each of us doing our own thing,
and props, 
some handmade at the last minute,

... one lovely, patient model,
the epitome of elegance 
on the inside and out,
fed with strawberries and bubbly
(well, lunch, too :)),
willing to take part in the dream,

... a makeup artist
who immediately got the gist 
of what we were after,
creating her magic 
that remained flawless
all through the day.

(and yes, 
there's a Facebook group for that!
we were strangers,
but no longer.
there's more magic in store together, i'm sure...)

... music,
love & excitement
that bubble over. 

a feeling that you've given your all,
run a marathon.
achy neck, dizzy head,
feeling totally disoriented.

i have a thing for seeing glimpses
of what has gone into a final image,
and wanted to share some here, too.
& something of the joy
of getting one's act together
to pull this off.
gathering forces
and finally getting on with it.

i find that photography for me
is a constant battle 
between feeling satisfied 
and hungry,
never ever one without the other.
right now i feel like i've been fed
at least for a little while.
that, my friends,
is an unfamiliar sensation for me :) 


model: Ani Pinchuk
muah: Stephanie Korhonen

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