Peetie | Kentucky | February, 2011  This is a photo of Peetie, my Dad’s dog that recently passed away, and my Dad’s ex-wife. Peetie was very loved and is sorely missed.   A long time ago I went through a bad break-up , my first real break-up, and it was devastating. In a fit of anger and heartbreak I boxed up every piece of anything that reminded me of that relationship and tossed it in a dumpster. It took time, but I eventually came to regret doing that.   Years later I was at the farm with my Grandmother going through her boxes and albums of photos (because I could never get enough of looking at people and times I had never met) and I came across a few images that she had of me and my ex. They were tucked away in an envelope, not in an album….but she had kept them. There were pictures of my mom (now relegated to ex territory) and other past people that came and went from that side of my family, and each image pulled a memory for me - some good and some bad.   At the time this photo was taken, in the pit of my stomach, it made me uncomfortable that Peetie wasn’t the lone subject of this image - that we weren’t wandering around the farm alone. Shooting multi-exposure panos was my jam, and I had a feeling this was going to be cool…..and a feeling I could never share it or even have it easily accessible, but I took it anyway. I saved it anyway, even when my fingers itched to trash it. Now I’m sharing it anyway, because I think it’s a cool triptych. Also I miss Peetie and I think about all the things my Dad has been through in his life.   I guess I learned a lesson from my Grandmother, that your past is your past - good or bad. 

Peetie | Kentucky | February, 2011

This is a photo of Peetie, my Dad’s dog that recently passed away, and my Dad’s ex-wife. Peetie was very loved and is sorely missed. 

A long time ago I went through a bad break-up , my first real break-up, and it was devastating. In a fit of anger and heartbreak I boxed up every piece of anything that reminded me of that relationship and tossed it in a dumpster. It took time, but I eventually came to regret doing that. 

Years later I was at the farm with my Grandmother going through her boxes and albums of photos (because I could never get enough of looking at people and times I had never met) and I came across a few images that she had of me and my ex. They were tucked away in an envelope, not in an album….but she had kept them. There were pictures of my mom (now relegated to ex territory) and other past people that came and went from that side of my family, and each image pulled a memory for me - some good and some bad. 

At the time this photo was taken, in the pit of my stomach, it made me uncomfortable that Peetie wasn’t the lone subject of this image - that we weren’t wandering around the farm alone. Shooting multi-exposure panos was my jam, and I had a feeling this was going to be cool…..and a feeling I could never share it or even have it easily accessible, but I took it anyway. I saved it anyway, even when my fingers itched to trash it. Now I’m sharing it anyway, because I think it’s a cool triptych. Also I miss Peetie and I think about all the things my Dad has been through in his life. 

I guess I learned a lesson from my Grandmother, that your past is your past - good or bad.