I am a person that grew up in PG and moved to Australia in the 80s.
This year I came home to visit my elderly parents and to share a white Christmas with my husband and son. What I didn't expect was to be reminded of the majestic beauty of the town. Had I forgotten or did I never take the time to stop and look at what was around me?
I am now a photographer so I found myself feeling my heart beating to a rapid rhythm every time I went out. I had family and friends stopping the vehicle at impromptu moments chasing golden light, silver skies, sparkling snow reflecting in the sun, the odd deer that decided to come down from the university hill to see what was all the fuss about.
I was taken to parts of town that I had walked past many times as a teen and now I had to stop in my tracks in awe of it all. Taking an image of my best friend as she looked across the river to be interrupted by the sound of the CN train crossing the bridge. Even the smoke from the mill had added some uniqueness to the sky. I have a brother Pete that is a fireman in town that lives up the Hart Highway. Walking the track behind his home, I had captured sunsets that many travel to tropical Islands to get. I am so happy to be able to call PG home and to share my images with my family and many of my friends who have also left our little town . Thank you PG for the memories.
Marina Brbot-Neophytou
Melbourne
