» Phillip Toledano - Days with My Father
A very touching story about a 98 years old man who is losing his memory, witnessed by his photographer son.
This is stunningly beautiful. I have lately had some reminders of what a gift it is to have access to photography, be interested in photography, and be rather good at photography. What I do can mean something. One of the reasons I’m so excited to quit my job is so I can devote more time to non-wedding meaningful documentary and art projects.
My grandfather is more or less dying. He is the last of my grandparents still alive, which is rather sad, given that I’m so young. He and I have had a less-than stellar relationship since I was a child, and it’s hard for me to see him. My dad was in town over father’s day and saw him in the hospital, as he had surgery. He said he wished he had a camera, as my grandfather is apparently looking “very Native American” lately, apparently just like my great-grandparents, who pretty much straight off the reservation, with almost shoulder-length slicked-back white “Indian hair.” I kind of want to go down there and photograph him, as I imagine it would mean something to me and my children when I’m older, despite our bad relations. I don’t know if I can do it, but I’d like to think that I’d like to at least try.
