Childhood Revisited
My Dad took many pictures of our family when my sister and I were young. After my parents died, I was clearing out their house and discovered that hundreds of our childhood images had been left directly on their damp basement cement floor. It was a startling discovery as my father was a meticulous man, a careful methodical banker.
I have no idea how they came to be left in their basement. Many were ruined, but over time, being his detailed meticulous daughter, I was able to salvage and scan quite a few. Those photos led me down a four year path of rediscovering and reinterpreting my childhood.
