For the first four months of this year, and more before that, I was my mother’s primary caregiver, who passed within a few days of the last full eclipse we will experience for decades.
Most days of my last year, even now, I failed caring for my mother. A lot of those days I failed, I would walk across the street to what, looking out my home’s windows growing up, used to be a corn field, and take pictures on my 4K camera/tripod I bought myself for my 2023 birthday, when I first knew my mother would always need me into that future.
My township’s Master Plan is to convert it into a bunch of ballfields.
After graduating Bucknell, I left for city life: Boston and then NYC. Where I grew up, then, might as well have been on the Moon.
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Now, when I walk across the street I lived on growing up, I do so for photographic therapy. In the spirit of Weiwei’s Moon, instead of just more ballfields, I offer my own photojournalism as an initial step for all of my neighbors to do the same: use the Kauffman farm as a reference for exploring photographic expressions.
