On a farm in the sky, my heart connected with a family bound tight together.

Something I always try to understand is the underlying reason for me being here – with a camera in my hand. It’s one thing to get a booking, show up and shoot it, and another to understand my purpose and the motivation for the enquiry in the first place.

I shifted gears in the Defender and climbed steeper into the mountains and closer to understanding my purpose with Alice, Ed and their boys.

What I learned within minutes was that Alice and Ed had both been through events in the past months that reminded them just how important their family is. Ed’s father had suffered a major heart attack and Sandy, Alice and Ed’s beautiful boy (and big brother to Cristo) had contracted a rare virus. So rare that there are less than ten cases of it in Australia. Ed had only recently returned from overseas, visiting his sick father and Sandy had only just been released from hospital, after some moments too scary for me to type out.

I couldn’t help but think of Roo. And now, as I type this, I’m thinking of my Dad. His father, my Pop, died almost twenty seven years ago – from a heart attack. I was one. All I know about him has been spoken to me by my Dad and my Nan. I wish he was still here.

Family photos are the real deal because of what family is. I am so grateful to Alice and Ed for asking me to step into their lives, for sharing so openly and for the lessons they taught me.