Three Photos Left
My father was my inspiration when we lived as a family together.
Since childhood, I have enjoyed many good memories, especially because I was an only child. The last walk down memory lane finds me crying and alone with nothing left but memories of my father. The thought of him is what wheeling in my brain, made me desperately hope for relief. Unwanted feeling & being ignored … falling tears on my cheeks.
As I pursue my work as a geologist, in the field, I am confronted with things related to the world of photography and it reminds me of the memories of the past that were cut off.
I start reconnecting all the missing memories of my relationship with my father.
With this very limited photo resource, I tried to trace back some of the places I’ve been with my father in my life and connect the dots of all the fragmented memories.