I have two brothers. One older. One younger. Once they made my life a misery. Now they make my life a joy.
Today our Guest Blog is from the younger lad. A couple of years ago I posted some of his photos and they were very well received, so here we go again.
When he was a small boy, and I was a slightly larger girl, I loved to read stories to him. One day, when I was encouraging him to read the words of his Tarzan comic himself, he said “but I don’t need to, I can tell the story from the pictures”. I was a little miffed, what is the point in trying to hone your teaching skills on your little brother when he can’t see the point in learning? He was right though. His brain was attuned to the visual as opposed to the verbal and these skills have done him proud. From aeronautical technical illustrating, through archaeological reconstructions to computer visualisations for architects, he has excelled. Now he has turned his artistic eye to photography. In my, totally unbiased familial, opinion he is extremely talented. On a regular basis I nag him. That is my job as big sister. Self appointed of course.
His pictures of landscape and family are special, but where he comes into his own is in the confines of his small garden. You won’t find pretty flowers or sweeping vistas in his virtual album, but rather the smaller inhabitants of his plot. A small garden in a quiet street in a large town in southern Holland. Nothing remarkable. It is here that he captures in these creatures in an intimate, intriguing and, on occasion, spine tingling fashion. Indeed remarkable. They need no words of explanation. You can tell the stories from the pictures.