"(father)"

It was because the place was just the same
That made your absence seem a savage force,
For under all the gentleness there came
An earthquake tremor: Fountain, birds and grass
Were shaken by my thinking of your name.

--excerpt, Absence by E. Jennings

I took these photos the day after my father’s funeral. Wandering alone through my childhood home, I knew only a strong wish to document the eerie yet peaceful silence in that moment between his death and our moving on. The differently-colored shadows and highlights create an aged, “analog” aesthetic, stretching time and transporting the viewer to a long ago past. They also evoke the sensation of being trapped—trapped in this house physically, trapped in a middle class life that necessitated constantly making money, and also trapped, for over 10 years, in a body and a brain that were slowly deteriorating.