Where I grew up.
When my old friends see a bloke with a tripod on the bridge, they know Rik is back for a visit. No matter how much I love Malta, home is always home. In this photograph, there's the church I rarely and reluctantly attended, a pub I was less reluctant to attend, the waters I loved to swim in and the road on which I broke my collar bone when I was 13… my home village, Sint-Joris-ten-Distel.
Was exhibited at the 50th National Photographic Exhibition from 4th December 2015 until 10th January 2016.
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