Nikon D3, f/2.8, 1/80th, 35mm
A photo of me, my father, and my sister. I don’t remember much of my childhood, particularly when I had blonde hair (apparantly). I do remember my father teaching me to play baseball, and all the days spent at the batting cages. It’s interesting how over the course of any number of years the relationships within family structure dissolve/adapt/evolve/dissipate/resurface
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