This is a project which i have pushed myself in doing. The process from shooting them which takes a few weeks through to post processing them which takes another few weeks is rather emotional. It could have been done in a couple of weeks but instead it took months. Every time i look into these photos, things just pop up in my mind. A few what haves turned into rather a lot of what ifs but this is what drifters do. We drift a lot.. into the past and the future.. and in present we look just like statues that might just stumble awake anytime.
(Hey, dad...)
I have never written any letter to my father before. So this is the first and the last. A letter to be sent after his passing. A letter to a dimension of nothingness..
(Time passes too quickly, don't you think?)
Drifters time travels. To the past, for memories. To the future, for dreams. Not the present, momentarily lost.
(Not even for a cup of Coffee the way you like them?)
Chances are sacred. Often, seldom or rare, they are limited. At one point, none exist.
(Or perhaps that was the way i like them..)
Who would have known?
(When shall we walk again?)
Most of us have this sort of childhood memories. I most certainly do but I've lost them.
(Or simply tell a tale?)
Least favorable but nevertheless.. you are who you are..
What relevance are there?
(Recalling the moments we had together..)
I guess drifters are born the way they are. They are not made.
(The moments we shared..)
There are always things we want. Most of them possessions that may mean nothing to anyone except ourselves because of sentimental values.
(Hey.. How have you been?)
There i drift again imagining how things would be if we had known more about the future.
(Till we meet again.. Take care.. I miss you)
Life is like this.. Moments are not meant to last, beautiful or ugly. Treasure both.
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