Taking some time today to revisit this series from 2018, “My Father's Hands”. The older I get, the more my hands look like my father’s, and now the sight of my own hands trigger vivid memories we shared together when I was a boy. I wanted to document this specific relationship with hands. Today I can’t help but think about the black fathers and sons in this country that have been ripped apart by police violence and the prison–industrial complex. My heart goes out to all the fathers, daughters and sons that experience trauma on this holiday.
