Photos of my mother as a young woman always make me happy. Her long red hair was such a part of her identity. Both
of these images capture that well. When I was younger, I was often told that I resemble my father, but in these photos I see the similarities I share with my mother.
The photos I selected are special to me, because these were all chosen from my fatherʼs archive of negatives. My father introduced me to photography, so looking through his personal images helps shed a light on who he was as a younger man.My parents were hippies. They lived in houses…
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