While I have stopped photographing professionally to concentrate on my new role as a full time carer / logistician, I have decided to spend my nights drinking and scanning old family negs. While I didn't take any of the pics, I really do appreciate learning more about them and myself. It's an interesting experience, although it does help you thinks perhaps more as they were than as you remember them being. I'm unsure of whether this is a good thing or not.
|Mum, Portsea, 1992ish. Photographer unknown, possibly my father.|