My sister Chris lays emotional claim to my pictures of seagulls. “They’re my birds,” she says of the ones that were in the big book of pictures I once gave her for Christmas.
For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. ~ Christina G. Rossetti No photograph I would make could paint the crisp wintry air, light and heady. It is tinged with eucalyptus and peppermint, an ocean away from the thick, pungent steam of the tropics, its milky golden glow a product of latitude for me, one of smog and density for you.