09 August 2012


Haying - July 77
Dad + Megan
(in my mother's handwriting)

1968. My parents purchased a camera, ordered directly from Japan. These were the days where you had to take photography class in order to learn how to use the complex little machine, back when photography was expensive. They were totally into it. They had filters and meters and lenses and neat little leather cases for all their kit. They took portraits of my sisters and I over the years, and other people who are now only memories. They captured images of some of their favorite places, the lakes we swam in, the laps we sat in, and all the goodness of childhood.

 from a dusty metal box emerge these treasures, inspiring ...

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