Gardening with my Father

My father has always loved his garden, growing and nurturing seedlings into strong, fruitful plants and vegetables. The garden is his space, his work but also his sanctuary. As he ages, he slows down and is able to do less, the flower beds are unkempt and the once regimented rows of vegetables begin to wander out of line. This is project is about my love for father, my need for him and therefore my fear of losing him. I am documenting this love for him through his love of his garden, which will remain long after his passing, a legacy of his life’s love.

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