I love looking through my parent’s photo albums. My dad, like a lot of dads, looks absolutely absent from my childhood, but, in reality, he was always the one behind his Olympus 0M30 rather than in front of it. He wouldn’t call himself the most accomplished photographer, but what shines through in these 1980s era photos is the feeling of depth and narrative. There’s a strong chance that I’m just being nostalgic and sentimental, but I’m fairly sure a lot
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