Some pictures weigh more than any camera.
This shot cost me a chunk of my heart. I made it with my Nikon D7000 using the prime lens my father gave me, the lens that first pulled me into photography. I’m dyslexic, and as a kid I struggled in school; my dad read that struggle as laziness or flat-out rebellion. Our relationship cracked in my teens and never healed before he died. I took this photo for a series about memories inside the house where I grew up. It shows little me beside my father, back when nothing had gone wrong yet. Looking at it floods me with the ache of what our bond might have been if things hadn’t been so tangled.
It isn’t always about good people or bad people. Sometimes life corners you so hard that, by the time you claw your way out, the clock has run out. I stand in that very spot where he once held me and wish I could roll back time, tell him I wasn’t lazy or defiant, just a different kid working twice as hard.
I’ve forgiven my father. I’m still working on forgiving myself.
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