my father.. Azheimer's has stolen his memories. He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognise himself. He doesn't know my mother. He doesn't know me. Whenever I do a really good shoot I always think how great it would be if I could show him my stuff. He was a professional photographer his whole life and taught me everything he knew.. life can be so sad.
posted by Anne at 1:46 p.m.
2 Comments:
it was th most captivating picture becoz it projects different facets of life. i dont know ur father not even u bt there is something among human beings tht they can feel the emoyions across the miles.
keep working.that wl be the regard u can give ur father
patti (anne) your father would be so proud of u. i see his work in yours as though u are his eyes, u should scan some of his work and post it the world would be amazed. keep his dream alive. love deb
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