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coaches to mother strides coolly through town, in sunglasses and a checked ensemble, carrying parcels wrapped in brown paper. In another, Geddes parents sit on black horses in front of a water tower. Her mother, still in the sunglasses, is smiling, but her father looks completely pissed off. There are various shots of small girls ? Anne is one of five daughters ? clambering on paddock fences, gathered around Grandma, sat behind the wheel of a tractor. Their parents labour is invisibly present in the girls pressed clothes, implicit in the eerily parched Australian landscape.These days Geddes is a lissom, well maintained blonde, but in these pictures she very much the barefoot, nut brown country kid. There she is, holding a koala, smiling brightly at the camera as its evil claws gouge into her arm. There her sister Sally holding a snake that just swallowed a chicken. Geddes recalls helping to muster cattle (which meant corned beef sandwiches for lunch), collecting baby snakes in a jar for show and tell, and running about in the black ash that floated over when the neighbouring sugar cane harvest was burnt off.She may have edited, but Anne Geddes has at least resisted the temptation to rewrite her past. "I wish I could say that I was given a camera at a young age and never looked back," she writes, "but that was hardly the case." In fact, until she began to photograph babies aged 27, her life was unremarkable, even aimless. She drifted between Australia and New Zealand, took jobs in offices and hotels, briefly opened a clothing boutique and, having moved to Hong Kong for Kel career, again found