The older you are, the more likely you are to mull over old times. In 2018, I turned 60, my wife turned 65, my mother turned 85, an aunt and an uncle passed away, and our first granddaughter was born. All are signs that the clock is moving faster and faster.
A few months ago, I found a box of old family photographs buried in the back of a cupboard at my mother’s home. This series reconstructs, photographically, what my childhood years were like. For this series, I have selected, scanned and processed a number of the old photographs that were found in her cupboard.
If you'd like to see the full series, download the PDF catalogue by clicking here.