Brotherly Love..
My brother and I never really got along as kids.
Last year I lived with him in London for four months, and we bonded. For the first time in my life, I let people be there for me. Why? Because I had nothing left in me to be there for anyone else….
That being there for me and this so called bonding happened after one night out at Clapham Grand in London. My drink was spiked or I drank too much who knows, but I landed up puking on the pavement and passing out. My brother picked me up off the side of the road, found an “unofficial cab” (who he paid extra money too, so the cab driver would take his puking sister home) and a plastic bag to see me through the drive home.
I needed someone to pick me up off the dirty pavement, outside a busy night club in the middle of winter in London. The next morning I realised that was rock bottom, it was time to dust myself off and pull myself together.
My brother recently moved to Australia to study and has taken up photography; here are some of his recent pictures I love….
Those pics are amazing!
I only really bonded with one of my brothers once he had moved out of home, half way across the world.
My word, that first shot is awesome!
I agree, the first photo is stunning..
Well done Rob.
Nice pictures!