“It’s extraordinary to see my dad, not as my father, but as a young man. An enormous ocean of possibility ahead of him. My mother and I, our lives together, all shrouded in the vast unknown.” I feel a similiar sentiment when I look at old photographs of my father. Click the picture above for Philip Toledano’s “Days with my Father“—a moving portfolio of a son’s last days with his father.
The view from my grandma’s apartment in Kowloon:
But her vision is going, so the view for her might look something like this instead:
Bokeh is beautiful.
I have a sad, but funny story about my grandma. I will try to write it soon.
Florence (n): a young adult's observations, experiences, and lessons in life that she thinks are worth writing about.
