Fuck, it's amazing the things you can learn from an old box of sentiments found in the garage.
I can't believe I never realised how into photography my father was. Albeit a large proportion of the pics in said box are of my mother caught unawares in slightly embarrassing situations but there are actually some really good shots in there. I never knew so many of the places from my childhood could look so beautiful and artsy. Wow.
Just another random trait I seem to have inherited from my folks. It's almost as if I have no choice with certain things, that they've already been genetically predetermined for me or something. Whatever the reason behind it, I like being able to feel that connection.
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