31/05/2011 Hello to everyone visiting this post via Northern Mum’s carnival. These photos are not the best (or even my best) by a long shot, they were taken on a dingy January weekend when I was so pregnant I could barely walk. This post does sum up my love of photography however.
My camera is the medium with which I am recording our family history. The everyday, humdrum of our lives is filled with so many moments worthy of being held up to the light.
I love that I am able to look back at pictures of my grandfather as a baby or a boy running through the garden in Fiji. I love seeing my grandmother holding my father as an infant who is a spitting image for Milla 56 years later. I hope one day my photos will provide an insight to those who come after me.