“Life can only be understood backwards; but must be lived forwards.”
I love old black and white family photos. Like artifacts from a world I will never really be familiar with. Through the lens I can steal a backwards glance into that space in time to catch a moment with a loved one. A tangible reminder that the family tree is deeply rooted.
This is a picture of Maria, my grandmother who came to me in a dream after she left. Confusing? Find clarification here: Besitos y Adios. Gone for more than 15 years now and I still miss her so much. One of the many reasons why I’ve learned to cherish photographs. Do you like tangible photos or do you prefer maintaing a digital archive?