I found this photo about five years ago on the ground in my hometown in New Zealand. I suppose this could’ve easily been a lost passport photo, but since it looks like it was taken decades ago, I felt as though he was someone lost, and also loved. He reminds me of how I felt leaving home for the first time. I think there’s something quite beautiful about the idea of leaving the people who love you to be found by someone else. I’ve carried him with me ever since.
featured in romka # 7, 2012