Personal Project | Remembering Lost Loved Ones
I went home this past month for the first time since my Papaw died. His presence was missed. But I wandered into his shop on my last day and it took me back to when I was little. The smell of wood, the dust, the cob webs. I'd rummage around piles of unfinished projects to find something I could paint and finish. In that moment I realized it wouldn't always be there. I wouldn't always come home to these memories. So I pulled out my camera.
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