Me, 2026 with my garden strawberries
Dad, 2022 with his garden tomato, from our last photo shoot together.
One of those shoots it’s gonna be the last. I knew it, I know it now. Death speaks its inevitability acrossthroughbetweenwithin and from aliveness. Can’t help but photograph the mundane, can’t help but let ideas be wild and alive.
I asked my arthritic father to lay face down on the grass like a kid, like a subject, like an actor in the way I saw him, like a return, like a prophecy, ground bound, a ghost. And now I write from his absence.
Film Notes
Film Strawberry: Kodak Gold 200 medium format film box rated, no push | Tomato: Portra 160 medium format film
Backdrop: Ultraviolet Backdrops “World Forest” muslin backdrop.
Camera: Strawberry: Pentax 645n with a 75 mm lens | Tomato: Bronica 645
Film Lab, Developing and Scanning: The Find Lab in Salt Lake City