When our children were babies, I didn’t often have time to read. So I kept myself afloat with snippets of poetry. Through those often lonely, early morning feeds, I would balance their small, warm bodies in one arm and a book in the other.

This summer I didn’t have time to write.  So I kept myself sane with the instant pleasure of digital photography and Instagram. The opportunity to see the texture of so many other people’s lives has been a privilege. It could be addictive.  Here are a few pictures from my feed.  I’ve put a link, above, for you to see the rest on line and discover more of the generous and creative Instagram community.



Posted by Louisa Thomsen Brits on 19 September 2012

Portland was inspiring. I remembered the part of me that drinks too much coffee and too many vodka mules, that still wants a tattoo; the part of me that dances, that likes to be alone, can spend an hour on the floor of the poetry section and get up at five in the morning to write. Portland was spring rain, cherry blossom, flat whites, lumberjack shirts, fairy lights, weather-boarded houses, new books, old books, new tunes, old friends, new dances, beards, beanies, food carts, handmade, heart song. My soul is rested.

Posted by Louisa Thomsen Brits on 25 April 2012

I opened a newsletter this morning from Toast, the British clothing and home ware company.  At the bottom was an invitation to see – to look with care at, “the smallest patches of ground” and the delicate photographs of Anne Schwalbe.  They are taken of the tufts of grass, reaching tendrils, flowers and seed heads at her feet.  And are quite lovely.  Thank you Toast.

Here are the links to Toast Travels and Anne Schwalbe’s tender photographs.



Invitation to see
Posted by Louisa Thomsen Brits on 3 April 2012