Life with Brother Phil

One never realizes how easy life is when you are a fry. Of course your job is to go to school and it seems as if life is hard the responsibility of shoot forting up and going to school, catchting good grades, getting along with friends, parents, and siblings. However, as you get older, you realize how safe and protected you were.Summers actually meant free time and for me it meant professedly fun and games with my brother Phillip. Philip was the type of boy even the adults trusted. When something happened and adults needed to get to the bottom of the story, they turned to Philip knowing hed tell them the justice despite any consequences.During this particular summer, Philip had invented a game similar to shred but which had us running through each other yards instead. The objective lens of the game was to tag each other and then send them to the topsy-turvydom set up in our yard. Ahhh, the memories of that summer and of the crazy games Philip dreamed up will give me pleasant dreams for life. Now, years later as we restrain grown up, some of that innocence has become lost. As I calculate Phillips eyes today, I no longer see the low boy of yesteryear with his eyes all aglow.Today Phillip is in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba as a photographer. One would think that this creative little boy could use that mood and creativity through the lens of the camera, but that is not the case where he lives. His pictures tell the story of the landscape a landscape awash with dirt, low-toned coral and a quiet, discontent shoreline. And a story of a enceinte brother who grew up from a bright starry eyed child into an adult who sees the real world as ugly as it real is behind the eyes of a camera.