When one sister inevitably begins to move towards the neon glow of teenage freedom and the other feels a bit like a shrinking dot in her rearview mirror, there is a change of sibling season that brings a kind of hard-to-name grief. Cue a pandemic, with almost seven months of lockdown, homeschool, and a drastically narrowed social experience and there appears an opportunity to re-story the magic of a shared childhood. Maybe it’s a little deluded, but amongst the sting of relentless conflict that has come with lack of time apart, this year my daughters have re-established a closeness and sense of play I hope will stay with them through the volatility of adolescence. I see it being delicately crystallised in these images. Maybe objects in that rearview mirror will appear closer than they once seemed.