the one I took for my father.
when we returned later. after sitting together at the water, in the sun, at the most south point of hamburg. laughing.. sure. three generations. flipping stones in the water.
my cousin and I were the only ones who used their hands, and not the shovel, to throw the earth in the grave.
and looking at this.. it makes me think - if i ever have to bury someone i'm really close to.. i want to do that on my own. the actual burying. together with everybody who feels the same need. and with all pauses it needs.
Shotdate | -location:
2009
Aug.
20
| Neuengamme (DE)
Camera
| Filmtype:
355
| 672
(expired)
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(these four.. from right to left)
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