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I recently unearthed some slides and photo negatives that I had taken about thirty five and more years ago. They were photos I had taken of my two sons when they were small. Some of them were taken as a photo study I had done for a fine arts photo class back in my university days. And some of these photos depict their relationship at the time – a tender, magical thing that was singular in its rarity. As one of my sons is no longer in this world, it was especially poignant for me to find these. A lot of the slides were foxed and water-damaged; a lot of the negatives were discoloured and scratched. Some are blurry and smudged.

So these photos are not perfect.

But to me, my sons were. They touched me.  

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