This land has been home to three generations of the same family. Every photo I’ve seen taken here seems to show a party or some other large gathering of family and friends. Most of the faces recur throughout the decades of photos, but my appearance in the history of this place is fleeting. Almost every conversation I heard in the single summer I spent here included stories from a past all but me shared, so it seems appropriate that the first photo I took here shows it empty: a blank canvas. I was an outsider, looking in, and I always will be.
Mobile-phone photo of original print. No post-production.
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