I’ve started spending time with my great Aunt to record some of our family stories... like the one where her little brother (my grandfather) was thrown off his Shetland pony going full pelt and sliced his neck open on a barbed wire fence. He nearly died and was in hospital for weeks, but it apparently only made him even more determined to ride - and behave generally - like a madman.
Stories are usually passed on verbally, so when older members of the family die, the stories die with them. I’m trying hard to document what my people do, day to day. Every January they spend weeks branding calves with the help of great blokes that work for them — rising at 5 to slog it out in 40 degree heat. This year, I was there with my camera to photograph it (which is about the only useful thing I can do) so that one day, my grandkids might have some evidence of where I came from.
Learn more about how I can help tell your family story, with my new documentary packages. I can tag along at harvest-time or during mustering to photograph you as you are.