After asking my birth mother Sherry about my birth father over a year ago i finally had some new slides in hand. As my chest squeezed my heart and my breath became quicker i held a tiny stack of 6 slides on Friday night. Suddenly i felt small. A child. She told me she couldn’t remember too much about Craig since it had been roughly 26 years since he was in her life. Along with the images she wrote down a list of things she could think of. Favorite band Led Zeppelin. Ran track. Drove a truck. Had 1 brother and 1 sister. These were things you would write down when interviewing your classmate on the first day of class, i thought. Isn’t there anymore? I’m trying to piece together a puzzle that most of the pieces were lost, misplaced, sucked up with the vacuum cleaner. She was the one i was counting on to be holding some of the crucial pieces - like the corners! After a few days of having this slide i have come back to it to try to find something. Anything. But what am i looking for? A connection, a common thread to stitch us together? I’m not sure. But what i am sure of is that I’m taken to a familiar place. And I know this place well. I go there when I’m looking for a comfy place within myself. When i look out the window on a quiet fall day. And when i want the world to unfold in front of me as i watch with awe. As Craig stood there the camera captured it. Little did they know that this frame would have such an impact on me. Their daughter. So maybe i did find one of my corner pieces today. And this is why i love photography so much. It takes the viewer out of their element and into the world of the image. It can communicate when the spoken word cant.
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