A nutter. That’s what they called her. A riot with the crazy look in her eye.

She loved to laugh and quiet long walks with the sky so blue it looked like it was coloured on with a crayola. The smell of a good cuppa cappucino sprinkled with cocoa powder (skim, of course) and music so loud it rocked her socks off. So much that she had to constantly replace them.

But what she was, was really an intense moment, always looking for the silence in somebody. So she took photos.