When I touched the camera for the first time it felt strange in my hands. I kept asking myself how can someone fall in love with a machine! Where do I start? Can the inner reaches out? Do I follow the rules or make sure they are broken? I heard a loud word: “ACTION” – Camera rolling – Moving images captured and the mood elevated higher senses. Soon after, images developed and light made magic. I can see now. I am you, and what I see is me.
Family is torn by abuse and social crises. Easy way out is a choice but may not resolve. Father walks away leaving son behind. Mother remains but can never replace. Son grows to reconcile.
