“Through his respectful observations of his children, the father seemingly dispels his own darkness and recasts the woods as a space of enlightened rediscovery.”
The photographs woven together to form the narrative herein were made over a fifteen-year period. Like many of the bodies of work I’ve created, this series also functions as a diary, a family album, and a self-portrait. It isa meditation on notions of home, the things we inherit, and those we lose. Ultimately, I suppose, it is a love letter to the place and the people that bring meaning to me on my journey down this chain of days. — Ken Rosenthal
“Through his respectful observations of his children, the father seemingly dispels his own darkness and recasts the woods as a space of enlightened rediscovery.”
