Hello dear friends, it’s Naomi Bulger of Messages in Bottles here.
Recently I came across the blog of photographer Nirrimi Firebrace, and it has been haunting me ever since. There is something so incredibly touching, raw and intimate about her photography.
Nirrimi is so young. But by just 19 she had already found love, travelled the world, forged an international career, and given birth to a baby girl, Alba.
And I was struck by the contrast between her words and her images. Her words are every bit what you would expect of a young woman just beginning to find her path in the world.
But her images! Her eye is that of an old soul. I keep coming back to these photographs, again and again. Soft, natural light. Unexpected crops. Stolen moments.
This afternoon I sat with my father, also a photographer, and looked through image after image in one of Nirrimi’s posts, trying to figure out what it was that so spoke to my soul.
“The hands,” he said. “Look what the hands are doing. Here. And here. And here.”
He was right. In frame after frame, hands told a piece of a story. Sign language. Take a look here, and tell me what you think.