Through the glass.

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  • I was a child when I saw my father with his camera resting on his belly, there made thousands of photos, and when he looked through the glass, a widower in him something different.
    After many many years later, I fixed her gaze in the same glass and put down the Rolleiflex on my belly, I realized what I really felt my father.
    This is the result of my first roll of his Rolleiflex.