Dad

This series is of my father. He lives alone with his little dog and spends his days waiting for one day to end and dreads the next one to begin. You can see from his personal space what happens in his day to day life. Next to his unmade bed is a bedside table littered with the reminants of how he spends his evenings before bed. Two pillows stacked upon each other a reminder of his loneliness. The stacks of unopened bills covers his dining table and the coffeepot, askew and dirty. But then juxtaposed to this chaos is a man who is sentimental. He still has his late mother's antique picture frames on the wall, a dusty picture of himself and my mom in their better days.

I captured these photos on a visit to Canada in 2008. Since then his beloved dog has passed away and he has had some health scares but he is now recovering. He no longer drinks or smokes and is thankful for life these days. I hope to go back and capture his new life circumstances. When he viewed these photos I asked him what he thought of them. His answer, "they are honest".

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