This is my stepfather, Warren. A child of tough love, loss & divorce, medicated with a life of alcohol and drugs paid for by honest hard work laying bricks, which he still does today. He is now sober. He’s a lonely man, he struggles to find meaningful connections and meaning in his existence. This picture was taken when he was fishing with his son, this is the first time hes been fishing with his son as their relationship is brittle. His Son can’t look at this photo, it’s too raw and real for him, a painful reminder of the void Warren will most likely never escape, I have been asked to forget it. I think most could see a small part of themselves in Warren, maybe a fleeting moment, a rough week, a bad couple of months, but hopefully not a lifetime. I think this picture is relevant, relatable and I hope you feel something in it too, I hope it’s just fleeting, but I hope it’s a reminder of where your going, is it somewhere?
