The father who has lived mediocrely became dementia, and I record it mediocrely.
At the moment of shooting, my father forgets that it was taken and I take a portrait to remember.
The father couldn't eat and started gastrostomy. He can neither eat nor walk. He is survival by advances in medical care. I don't know if it is correct. What hopes alive my father? is it God only knows or Got not even knows?
No one asked for it but I know you want it - more color 35mm film on the Canonet QL17 GIII from the Duckabush River Trail. A shitload of fallen trees and branches, but water always finds a way; in this case, through and under. Peep that last hashtag fools.
“This was in the original Dr. Dolittle!”
“You mean the one with Eddie Murphy?”
... no, not the one with Eddie Murphy. There wasn’t a ship in the one with Eddie Murphy.”
📷: Minolta XD-5
🎞: Kodak TX400 at iso 1600
I'm blind, yes. I'm blind but I can hear you, I can feel your soft voice like the sounds of the corn fields bending in the wind on my lands that I used to have when I was younger. Sometimes I miss to see the lights of the sunset on an warm evening, but I'm still happy because I understand what you are saying.
I can also feel your hand when you say hi to me and that's what makes me keep going because I'm a living person who doesn't want to give up | Alejandro
This was a special day. @judiannegrace and I had one free afternoon to roam Jasper as we pleased before starting our long journey home to the West Coast the next morning.
We had no agenda, no real knowledge of the area we were in... so we just got in the car, packed up the film camera, and drove.
We made a left turn off the main highway onto a narrow, winding two lane road, which carved through some of the most beautiful landscapes I’d ever laid my eyes on.
I played music from the passenger seat that became the soundtrack of our lives.
We stopped where we wanted, when we wanted. We ran wild through flat lands and stood still beside rivers. We observed the sky’s many moods, shifting and changing with the wind. We chased the magic of each moment.
I felt alive, attuned, humbled...
I felt free.
We’ve been trained to measure our value by the quantifiables of life: the dollars, the material possessions, the likes... but all this has done is divide us and distract us from accessing the beauty of life unfolding before us.
Captured in this photograph is a moment of true and pure reverence for this divine being standing before me; the unfolding.
Thank you @judiannegrace for sharing this with me.
A special day, indeed.
120/ expired portra 160
me by @judiannegrace
somewhere near Jasper
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thinking about this warm days when it’s cold outside🌊 / Italy, 2018, 35mm / 📷 @m_ikss
13 2,60512 December, 2019
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