“After all we’ve walked, and we still aren’t there… how much farther do we have to go?”
He rambled, half-tired/ half gone
Peace to my uncle.
With him died an encyclopedia, and a piece of my own history.
He remembered the corner of the Amazon my roots come from, and he always let me eat all the fruit I wanted from the trees he had harvested. Beautiful
“Según tu punto de vista, yo soy el malo!”
—- Photographing my students - who’ve traveled across the globe and met me in the south Bronx where they’ve given me the opportunity to add on to their education for a better tomorrow!
