Dad at Water Aerobics
Dad at Water Aerobics

In 2013, when my mother was dying, I did something I had never done before. I started photographing my parents. I yearned to imprint their essence, their gestures, a gaze, into my very being and to preserve something tangible. I was fearful that my memories of them would fade to mere shadows after they were gone. When my mother died, I continued to photograph my father during my visits to New Mexico, my childhood home, and in Atlanta when he visited me. I captured the most meaningful portraits of my father in New Mexico. The colors of the dessert, the mountains, the smell of the earth, the flavors of the southwest, and the magnificent light, are all intertwined with my feelings for my father. To me they are inseparable.

Morning Ablutions
Morning Ablutions
Dad's Bureau
Dad's Bureau
Breakfast
Breakfast
Driving to Sante Fe
Driving to Sante Fe
Playing Solitaire
Playing Solitaire
Mom Holding Dad's Favorite Photograph
Mom Holding Dad's Favorite Photograph
Mom's Wedding Dress
Mom's Wedding Dress
Dad at the High
Dad at the High
Dad on his 91st Birthday
Dad on his 91st Birthday
After Mom Died
After Mom Died
Dad
Dad
Practicing
Practicing
Afternoon Nap
Afternoon Nap
Fetching the Morning Paper
Fetching the Morning Paper
Reading the Paper
Reading the Paper
Viewing Albuquerque
Viewing Albuquerque

 

Dad at Water Aerobics
Morning Ablutions
Dad's Bureau
Breakfast
Driving to Sante Fe
Playing Solitaire
Mom Holding Dad's Favorite Photograph
Mom's Wedding Dress
Dad at the High
Dad on his 91st Birthday
After Mom Died
Dad
Practicing
Afternoon Nap
Fetching the Morning Paper
Reading the Paper
Viewing Albuquerque
Dad at Water Aerobics

In 2013, when my mother was dying, I did something I had never done before. I started photographing my parents. I yearned to imprint their essence, their gestures, a gaze, into my very being and to preserve something tangible. I was fearful that my memories of them would fade to mere shadows after they were gone. When my mother died, I continued to photograph my father during my visits to New Mexico, my childhood home, and in Atlanta when he visited me. I captured the most meaningful portraits of my father in New Mexico. The colors of the dessert, the mountains, the smell of the earth, the flavors of the southwest, and the magnificent light, are all intertwined with my feelings for my father. To me they are inseparable.

Morning Ablutions
Dad's Bureau
Breakfast
Driving to Sante Fe
Playing Solitaire
Mom Holding Dad's Favorite Photograph
Mom's Wedding Dress
Dad at the High
Dad on his 91st Birthday
After Mom Died
Dad
Practicing
Afternoon Nap
Fetching the Morning Paper
Reading the Paper
Viewing Albuquerque

 

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