The pensive philosopher, my big brother Beege
(Photos were taken by me mum, Jode)
Beege before I was born
When Beege was 13, in California somewhere near L.A.
A few times I got him to clamber up into trees with me. I remember one afternoon, swinging across a dry creek-bed on a vine with him. It was a fine afternoon indeed.
My brother James Dean??
One of my favourite moments with my big brother- he had discovered a reef and swam back to tell me so I could join him out there. Here, he was telling me avidly about some fish he’d seen. It was the closest moment we’d ever had together.
After snorkeling the reef
I have not seen my brother in years now. I miss him ardently. Beautiful Beege