birds nest/

birds nest

Why the tears?  You washed all the bird nests out of my hair and now the birds have nowhere to live!

Moments are so often a reflection of yourself.

It was years after this image hung on the wall of the National Portrait Gallery in Canberra that I saw myself in her expression.

I too had nowhere for the birds to live, I had put aside my camera for the wet wipes of motherhood. It was my daughter that told me I looked like her as she put my camera back in my hands.

Thank you, Molly.