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Sunday, February 22, 2009

MY FATHER


His mouth was red because of the dragon fruit.

Actually yesterday at about 4.15pm my father tried to make a joke but it was very difficult for us to grasp his words at first. With the ulcer in his forever dried mouth, he said when I tried to capture his face, it didn't focus his nose. Then I snapped again. I showed it to him. He said his two nostrils were very big. All of us laughed. I told him you had to make it small and I will focused again. With the third try, he felt satisfied after I showed him.

I want to capture that moment with him. Kak Esah and his son Pijan, Father Mee and his family and me with Ita. Those captions were the original three shots when the incident took place.