I’m the third sibling of three…the baby. My father was an amateur (and then professional, for a while) photographer. There are hundreds of pictures of my sister, the oldest. (Remember this was 1948, when black & white film had to be hand-developed.) Hundreds.
When my brother came along, six years later, there are fewer. A couple of requisite baby shots, the christening, a few more. But his presence clearly wasn’t as exciting, didn’t need to be recorded in the same way.
This is fairly typical, from what I’ve seen with the photos and video of my nieces and nephews, too. The first baby gets a lot of attention; the rest…not as much. (There are even fewer photos of me.)
And that’s pretty much how I’ve been reacting to the publication of my second book, Empire’s Hostage. Yes, I’m pleased to see it in print. I’m doing my part to…
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