Remote PhotographyMom and Dad are standing in the living room holding one another, surrounded by their children, children-in-laws, a Bible, and a lit candle. I take pictures as candidly as possible, hiding my emotions behind the lens of my camera. Nothing inside me can reasonably explain what I’m seeing. These are not my parents – they should be divorced, bitterly separated – and this is not my family. Only four years have passed since I first made my discovery, but I never expected my parents’ marriage to last more than a month once it was exposed.Remote Photography
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