Sunsets for Kate, the idea, the concept, the 'why', all came to me as if out of the blue. And now it is soaring, like a bird, flying across the globe, allowing me to witness beauty and colour of places I have never known, the kindness and compassion of people I have never met. Three months have passed since I set it free and still I find it hard to express what it means to and for me, what it . . .
During Sunsets for Kate I have invited others to share a sunset story. This post is from Ryan who has Usher syndrome. Ryan Thomason from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States Where and when was the sunrise taken? I tried Kate, I tried to snap a sunset. The clouds didn't obey, or I'd be in the wrong place. We live quite literally on the outskirts of Philadelphia. On the opposite side of . . .
The moment I hear it, I smile. It's familiar opening pulls me in like a warm embrace. I have tears in my eyes. And feel a change, within. Six months, it has taken me. Six months. Just myself. With a guidebook, backpack and a travel journal. I have traveled through many countries, alone with my thoughts. ‘Where will I go next? What will I eat next? Where will I sleep . . .
When I was fifteen I was told, by the time I was forty, light would become dark. My day would become night. My deafness would become deaf-blindness. (Usher syndrome means I was born with hearing loss, and will gradually experience vision loss until I become blind.) The ratio of four out of five would become three out of five, just sixty percent of my senses working. And there is nothing I can . . .
During Sunsets for Kate I have invited others to share a sunset story. This post is from Iris who has shared many beautiful sunsets with me. Iris Mhlanga from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe Where and when was the sunset taken? My favorite sunset of all time was captured during an emotional sailing trip on Lake Kariba in Zimbabwe, Africa. The lake itself is a fisherman's paradise with upside trees in . . .