The last week I have spent at a junction looking back at my childhood, putting together a puzzle of all the pieces that makes me the person that I am today. I found these old negatives from about 20 years ago, the last time I visited our home, Magondi Farm in Chinhoyi, Zimbabwe. While it seems like a lifetime ago, I could smell the earth and tractor oils as I looked through them. I remembered the dust, the heat, the relief when it rained and being able to hear the maize grow afterwards. The familiar smell of my Dad’s Landrover and the fun we had driving dirt bikes around the farm to sneak a cigarette. While pondering all this, I have come to the conclusion that there are so many little things that make up the picture of our lives, all of them seemingly mundane and ordinary at the time and then we are gifted with hindsight and the opportunity to weave it together and see the whole through a gentler heart and eyes.