Time told me...

Last Thursday I made an impromptu decision to jump on a plane with my mother at the start of the weekend to go home, up to Canberra, for my grandmother's 84th birthday dinner. It had been almost two years since I had last seen her, and it was great to be able to surprise her with our presence.

Grandma Brenda hasn't exactly had an easy life. The details of it astound most people who hear it. Rejection, loss and bitterness have been constant elements that have plagued her, and as a result, my mother and her siblings when they were growing up. Some of these photos show clear hallmarks of that past. Just a look can say so much, no matter the setting. Perhaps that's one thing I really like about an honest photograph.

One day soon maybe she will tell me more of her past than ever before; I've just embarked on tracking down our family history and will face an uphill battle to get the information I need to put the pieces together.