When we first started vancouver out on this journey, one of me and my brother’s main goals was to recreate some of our dad’s iconic family images from the 70s. With this idea came attached a fairly big fear — that the photos that represented such a happy time would be replaced by not-so-happy images, and that this would also affect our cherished memories.
It didn’t really happen.
Once we got over the initial shock we found that the new photos instead seemed to add something to the originals. I’m not exactly sure why yet. Maybe it’s a deeper understanding of the country and what happened, or a deeper appreciation of the idyllic world all kids occupy. Or maybe it might be that my dad actually made photographs of peace and stability – something I so often take for granted.