It is my favorite photograph of my father. He was examining a plastic camera. I was thirteen. It was my first camera. The picture was an accident, but it is the very last image of him ever taken. A few months later, he was dead. It is the silly little images like this that add up to the big picture.
Such a joy and honor to have just met you and your work (here)! Brilliant! Thank you for choosing to exist here now!