Siblings.
Chalk and cheese?
I guess you could call it that. He was smarter than me, I was louder. He was the thinker and the analyst where I was the impulsive actress.
Carelessly and selfishly I would stroll into his bedroom and ask if we could get the Lego and play. Patiently he humoured me and fantasised about a plastic square town which we built together.
He went to college and I went to school, both of us too dignified and admittedly insecure to acknowledge the multicoloured plastic days would whisk us away and capture our imagination.
But how I missed it.
How I missed developing and creating something which my brother and I would admire.
A common interest?
I guess you could say that.
He was dynamic and I was sporadic. He would analyse the moment and I would capture it there and then.
Photography healed the days where my brother and I grew apart. Instead of creating and developing a plastic world, we now capture a very real ever changing world through our digital SLR cameras.
I never solely or wholly believed that one day we would have that delicate bond back but, best friends?
I guess you could call it that.
