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I’ll Be Your Mirror curated by Jennifer Shaw

I’ve done a lot of writing and thinking about the idea of photographing family.  Never has the photo landscape been so rich with the genre of looking at family. As participant observers, living along side our subjects, we have to separate reality from artistic interpretation and the results are sometimes humorous, sometimes insightful, and sometimes incredibly poignant.  Even though these stories are personal, they are indeed, universal.  Photographer Phil Toledano has had millions of visitors to his site, Days with My Father, that looks at his father’s journey into dementia–a telling fact that we are hungry for visual stories about those under the same roof.

Curator Jennifer Shaw (dynamo Photo Nola organizer and a photographer in her own right) has just curated an exhibition on family for the HomeSpace Gallery in New Orleans.  I’ll Be Your Mirror, opening October 13th and running through November 8th,  is an exploration of family through the eyes of seven contemporary photographers:Angela Bacon-Kidwell, Laura Burlton, Warren Harold, Aline Smithson, Gordon Stettinius, Phil Toledano and Alison Wells. “All document a creative collaboration between family members and all are bound by a profound intimacy. As fathers, daughters, mothers, sons, these seven brave photographers reveal the beauty, chaos, heartbreak and humor inherent in family relations.”

Jennifer states: When Kevin Kline invited me to curate a show for HomeSpace I decided to use the opportunity to have a conversation about family, a topic both universal and entirely personal. I’ll Be Your Mirror brings together the work of seven photographers I deeply admire. It has been a pleasure and an honor working with each of the contributing artists.

Phil Toledano’s “Days
with My Father
” documents the relationship 
with his aging father over a
three-year period.
Gordon Stettinius’s images of his son Walker growing up capture the chaos and humor
of parenthood, from the perspective of a single father.

Angela Bacon-Kidwell’s
“Daily Sums” narrates one summer‘s worth
 of daily adventures with her son Bleu.

Alison Wells‘ 
“Time Flies” features small
and intimate portraits of her son and twin daughters, rendered in wet-plate
Warren Harold’s “Alternating Weekends” chronicle the post-divorce relationship with his young

Laura Bulrton’s “Chalk
” explore the fleeting moments and dreams of childhood – sometimes
filtered through a Grimm’s-like lens – in a collaborative process with her

Aline Smithson’s “Arrangement in Green and Black:
Portraits of the Photographer’s Mother “ re-imagine Whistler’s Mother in a
series of unlikely costume changes, created in collaboration with her mother.

I’ll Be Your Mirror

HomeSpace Presents:Ill Be Your Mirror (New Orleans, LA) HomeSpace Gallery is proud to present an exploration of family through the eyes of seven contemporary photographers. Ill Be Your Mirror features work by Angela Bacon-Kidwell, Laura Burlton, Warren Harold, Aline Smithson, Gordon Stettinius, Phil Toledano and Alison Wells. Web Design Tewkesbury . Blog Commenting . carrera de fotografia . Curated by Jennifer Shaw, the images include a variety of stylistic approaches, ranging from candid glimpses to staged allegories. All document a creative collaboration between family members and all are bound by a profound intimacy. As fathers, daughters, mothers, sons, these seven brave photographers reveal the beauty, chaos, heartbreak and humor inherent in family relations. The exhibition will be on display October 13 – November 18, 2012. An opening reception will be held on Saturday, October 13th, 6-9pm. Several of the contributing artists will be in attendance. HomeSpace is located at 1128 St. Roch Street in New Orleans St. Claude Arts District and is open Saturdays 12-5pm, Sundays 12-3pm, and by appointment.HomeSpace is proud to present an exhibition exploring family through the eyes of seven contemporary photographers. Featuring: Warren Harold – Alternating Weekends Laura Burlton – Chalk Dreams Alison Wells – small & intimate wet plate collodion portraits of her children sample attached belowAline Smithson – Arrangement in Green and Black: Portraits of the Photographer’s Mother Phil Toledano Days With My Father Gordon Stettinius sepia toned images of Walker growing up Angela Bacon-Kidwell – Daily Sums (new series) OR selection from Traveling Dreams (TBD by Monday)

Review Santa Fe: Daniel W. Coburn

Over the next month, I will be sharing the work of photographers who attended Review Santa Fe in June.  Review Santa Fe is the only juried review in the United States and invites 100 photographers to Santa Fe for a long weekend of reviews, insights, and connections.  
When I first started writing about the genre of Photographing Family some years back, there were only a handful of image makers capturing the pathos of domestic interactions in a significant way.  Phillip Toledano, Doug DuBois, and Elizabeth Flemming, to name a few, brought a sensibility to telling stories that were at once personal, yet universal.  Photographer Daniel W. Coburn is following in those footsteps with his beautifully executed project, Next of Kin.  Daniel gives us a sense of place and of people. His proximity allows for an ability to be a participant observer where he is able to capture the intangible essence of family, interpreting those he loves with a lens that honors, explores, and understands.

Daniel received his BFA from Washburn University and is currently an instructor and graduate student at the University of New Mexico.  His work his held in public and private collections, and he has published and exhibited widely.
In Next of Kin I use craftsmanship and beauty to engage my viewer in
a dark family narrative.  After a
yearlong hiatus from my hometown, I returned to reexamine my relationship with
immediate family. I use the camera to describe the powerful personalities of my
parents, and the complexities of their relationship. I photograph the children
in my family to revisit my own childhood, which exists only as a set of
fleeting, enigmatic images in my aging memory.

 Next of Kin records the interaction of a working-class family living in Middle America, and the anxiety that occurs within the confines of suburban dystopia. The viewer is encouraged to contemplate the complexities of these relationships in dialogue with their own family experience. How the imagery functions in conversation with the viewers personal family narrative becomes paramount and its value is ultimately determined by its transformative potential.

Articles | Sunday 17 June 2012

Let’s start with the unexpected news coming from Getty Images: Eugene Richards, the celebrated documentary photographer, has left the Reportage agency. Richards used to be with Magnum Photos but left twice. He was also with VII Photo for a couple of years, and had joined Reportage in 2010.

Reportage by Getty Images: Eugene Richards

BJP: Eugene Richards leaves Reportage by Getty Images

On the subject of Getty Images, they announced a few things these past few weeks.

PetaPixel: Getty Images Changes Watermark from Annoying Logo to Useful Shortlink

PDN Pulse: Getty Images Preps for IPO?

An interesting development in the photographic and multimedia markets, Brian Storm has started charging for some of MediaStorm’s presentation. Rite of Passage by Maggie Steber and A Shadow Remains by Phillip Toledano are the first two pieces to test MediaStorm’s Pay Per Story scheme. Each story can be bought for $1.99.


MediaStorm: Why We Switched to a Pay Per Story Model

PDN Pulse: MediaStorm Now Charging to View its Stories

TIME Lightbox: Game Changer – MediaStorm Launches Pay-Per-Story Video Player

Duckrabbit: Maggie Steber responds to critics of MediaStorm’s new pay to view model

VII Photo has been weathering a controversy lately…

VII Photo: Statement

Ron Haviv: Response

Conscientious: Quality journalism, photography and integrity

David Campbell: Photo agencies and ethics: the individual and the collective

And when we’re on the subject of VII Photo, they have also added four young photographers to their mentor programme.

Now, let’s share some business and practical tips:

Justin Mott: Advice to Veteran Photographers

A Photo Editor: How does a photographer land an agent?

A Photo Editor: Pricing & Negotiation: Spokesperson Advertising Shoot

PhotoShelter: A Photographer’s Guide to a Successful Gallery Opening

PhotoShelter: What Buyers and Photo Editors Want

PhotoShelter: Personality Traits & Skills Photo Buyers Don’t Want in Photographers

Salon: How to stop the bleeding

Chris Hondros. Image © Nicole Tung

PetaPixel: US Department of Justice Defends Photographers’ Right to Record Police

Some thoughts about the industry, reviews and round-ups…

The New York Times: Just When You Got Digital Technology, Film is Back

TIME Lightbox: Three War Photographers: Feel Fear, Keep Going

NY Daily News: Iconic ‘napalm girl’ photo from Vietnam War turns 40

Peter Dench: The Dench Diary (December – February 2012)

Conscientious: Review of Unknown Quantities by Olivia Arthur, Dominic Nahr, Moises Saman, and Peter Van Agtmael

PhotoShelter: The Look3 Festival Round-Up

TIME Lightbox: Curators Look Ahead to Look3

PDN Pulse: Look3 – Alex Webb on his Creative Process, Kodachrome, and Magnum

PDN Pulse: Look 3 Report: Donna Ferrato on Philip Jones Griffiths, Don McCullin, and Complicated Relationships

Reuters Blog: The Secret Handshake

The Guardian: Burtynsky: Oil review

Image © Edward Burtynsky.

The Guardian: The Photographers’ Gallery Reopens

NYT Lens Blog: Caught Between the Protests and the Police

NYT Lens Blog: Half Photos, Striving to be More

NYT Lens Blog: A Gift to New York from Gordon Parks

The New Yorker Photo Booth: Great Mistakes: Olivia Arthur

The Guardian: Featured Photojournalist – Joe Raedle

Conscientious Extended: Photography and Place: Appalachia

One Image at a Time: Image #4, Comfort Women 1996

DVAPhoto: Worth a look: Revolution Revisited by Kim Komenich and University of Miami multimedia grad students

Press Association: Jacobs in administration

Verve Photo: Antonio Bolfo

The Guardian: Lawrence Schiller’s best photograph: Marilyn Monroe

TIME Lightbox: Photographs of the ‘Great British Public’ in London

Foam Blog: Ahmet Polat on Instagram

Reuters Blog: Tribute to Danilo Krstanovic

And to finish…

The Marie Colvin Memorial Fund.

A Shadow Remains

A Shadow Remains

A conversation with Phil Toledano and Debra Klomp Ching

Editor's Note: Flak Photo is proud to feature this conversation in support of Phil Toledano's, A Shadow Remains, a multimedia story that considers the impact that love and loss have on contemporary family life. The film will be availble for online streaming beginning Tuesday, June 12, 2012. For more information, visit MediaStorm.com.

Debra Klomp Ching: It’s hard to imagine, that there is anyone unaware of Days With My Father. Two years ago, 1.2 million people had already seen the work online. How many people have visited the website now?

Phil Toledano: Last time I checked, it was over two million, which is really quite mind boggling.

Debra Klomp Ching: Days With My Father really started out—from your own account—as a way to record and appreciate your relationship with your father. And, poignantly, it was spurred by the sudden death of your mother. Do you feel that you have fulfilled that real need that we all have, to reconnect before it’s too late?

Phil Toledano: Well, the sad thing about life is that sometimes it takes something really miserable, to point out what you've been missing all along. So did I reconnect with my father—well, I never felt disconnected. But what the death of my mum pointed out to me, was the importance of being awake, of seeing what was in front of me, and remembering it. That's what I tried to do with my dad.

Debra Klomp Ching: You’ve said in the past, that the actual upload of Days With My Father to the web, was done without any real objective, except perhaps to unburden. At the time, you didn’t know what you were unburdening, are you able to articulate that now?

Phil Toledano: I'm still not sure I can explain myself very well. It was a kind of animalistic urge, to unburden myself of all the weight I had been carrying for the last few years. In some ways, I felt quite relieved to be so light.

Debra Klomp Ching: Have you felt particularly vulnerable for sharing your story? Or, have you found an additional inner strength, a more solid grounding in your relationship with family and friends?

Phil Toledano: I've never felt very vulnerable about sharing that story, in part, I suppose, because I was sharing it with strangers—who I probably would never meet. But the reaction and extraordinary feedback from so many people has made me grateful, and more aware of how lucky I was to be able to say goodbye to my dad the way I did. Also, in some ways, I do feel stronger for my story being adrift in the world. I'm not sure why, but I do.

Debra Klomp Ching: This journey and experience must also impact on your own family. Now, you’re the father and husband, rather than the son.

Phil Toledano: I've found it quite hard to come to grips with the idea that there is no one left alive who knew me as a child, as a teenager, as a baby. The idea that those memories only exist for me now, is quite sad. And yes, it's odd, no longer being a 'son'. But on the other hand, all the qualities that my parents left me, instilled in me, are drawn in sharp relief by their absence. I can now see their gifts to me clearly, and I’m grateful. I miss their advice, in a way that I never did before.

Debra Klomp Ching: You’ve shared a pivotal experience in your life, something so incredibly personal and intimate, yet something that is undeniably universal. How have you been affected by the collective responses to the story?

Phil Toledano: The annoying thing about clichés is that they're true. So, when I say that the response has made me aware of how similar we all are, it's boring, but quite true. Not to get all John Lennon, but love belongs to all of us. It's just that we let other things get in the way of seeing that.

Debra Klomp Ching: There have also been a huge number of individuals sending and posting messages. One person contacted you and offered to translate your text into Portuguese. Are there other points of direct contact that you’ve had with people through your story?

Phil Toledano: I've had quite a few Skype calls with total strangers, who just wanted to talk about taking photographs of their own parents, and were looking for some advice. I recently received an email from someone in China who is trying to get people together to publish the book. People seem to feel that this story belongs to all of us—and so it does.

Debra Klomp Ching: And of course, there’s been extensive global media interest. Has your relationship with the photographs, the website and book altered due to it, essentially, taking on a life of its own?

Phil Toledano: Well, of course, I often wonder what my parents—especially my dad—would have made of it all. I tried to explain the concept of the Internet to my father once—he was 95 or 96 at the time. He asked if it was 'in color', and 'where was it'. As it turns out, it's quite hard explaining something so intangible. My parents exist, first and foremost in my heart. I don't need the photos to remind me of them, but somehow the experience of making the photographs and writing about them, made me remember all that I need to remember. I do look at photos of my parents, and think about physical aspects of how they were. I remember how soft my father's face was after I’d shaved him, the way I could feel my mother's love, sometimes, when she looked at me.

Debra Klomp Ching: You were recently approached by MediaStorm to make a film about Days With My Father. What is the film about? Is it a documentation of the whole experience?

Phil Toledano: It's about lots of things— my parents, my relationship with them, the website, the book and the experience of both. It's also about me as a father, and my family as it stands now. And of course, it's about love. For my parents, my wife, my child. When I see the film, it's tremendously emotional for me—I inevitably start snuffling into my hankie. I don't know what it'll mean to other people, but it's a thing of perfect crystalline beauty to me.

Debra Klomp Ching: Behind all of this, still, there remains the story of Phil and his dad! A strange question perhaps, but has your relationship with your family (dad, mum, sister), changed as a result of Days With My Father?

Phil Toledano: Well, in some ways, it's made me regret not being a better son, and better brother. I wish there were things I could have told my mum, before she died. But I guess life is like that. It's imperfect, and by the time you've thought of everything you'd like to say, some of the people you'd like to say those things to aren't around anymore. I'm more aware of what they gave me. I'm more aware of how lucky I was to be their son, and to have basked in so much love.

Debra Klomp Ching: What do you believe is the legacy of Days With My Father?

Phil Toledano: I think 'Days' will be the best thing I ever do. If I croak tomorrow, at least I'll have done one good thing, and to be honest, that's a lot more than I expected.

Scott Hubener

Documenting our lives in a way that allows for others to participate in the experience is an art. Making something that is personal into something that is universal is not easy to do. Photographers such as Doug DuBois, Elizabeth Flemming, and Phillip Toledano have done it well, and so has Scott Hubener. His series, Something in the Way, looks at those still moments when he might be re reading and look up and notice the pants hanging over the door and captures that in a way that makes you see them differently. He finds those moments where family members are lost in thought or captures his world in a way that elevates the house on a hill in a more poetic way. He has a book of this work, produced through Blurb.

Scott was born and grew up in Florida. He has lived in Asheville, NC for the past 10 years and received his BA in History from the University of Florida and his MFA from Western Carolina University, which he completed in 2011. His interest in photography began about 12 years ago when he started to photograph his boxer puppy, Sadie. Hubener’s work was shown recently in the 7th Photographic Image Biennial Exhibition at Eastern Carolina University (juried by Keith Carter) and the 4th Annuale at the Light Factory (juried by Dr. Susan H. Edwards). His work is featured in a group exhibition on display through February 19th at the William King Museum in Abingdon, VA.

Within the photographs of Something in the Way, people are depicted absorbed in thought or task, and a sense of ennui overshadows their existence. We cannot see into their thoughts, but we are informed of the subject’s situation by the details of the setting: lying in a bed laden with suitcases, isolated in a motel room, a child sitting with a doll. Present within the work is the theme of interiority vs. exteriority. This plays out visually within the photographs, first of exteriors of homes and the landscape in general, then juxtaposed with photographs of interiors of homes and the subjects within those walls. The subjects depicted also are representational of this theme. Their interior thoughts are masked by their exterior appearance, which is only a phenomenological representation.

In large part, these images consist of portraits of my family and friends, as well as the homes and interior spaces they occupy. I photographed objects and possessions within the homes, which are significant for the meaning they hold for the owners as well as their implications and associations for the viewer. Mundane human rituals interest me as well, and banal scenes like sitting around a table to eat, preparing food, smoking, or simply staring reflectively. Within the framing and composition, there is often space around the subjects, allowing them to fill their environment and illustrate their absorption in a task or action. These images depict the subject apparently unaware of the presence of the camera and enthralled in a chore or thought.

Even as the images suggest an overshadowing or isolation, there is also present the possibility of transformation, and the grace of the subject itself is by no means suppressed. There is something in the way an expression reveals or conceals thoughts, in the way the light falls, or in the way a gesture expresses elegance. The work is sequenced in a way that oscillates between warm and cool. This theme parallels that of the interiority and exteriority of the images. The warmth comes from inside the structures, where people can seek comfort and respite from the harshness of the elements. The exteriors are often cool, depicting snow and harsh weather. The interiors are duplicitous, however. While they offer comfort, they also enforce isolation. The balance, harmony and rhythm of life is reliant on this dichotomy, where the in-between moments become as significant as the decisive ones.

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day!!
The Lenscratch Father’s Day Exhibition celebrates our fathers, our grandfathers, and the fathers of our children: the men who made us who we are. I thank you for sharing your families, your images, and your stories.

Some time ago, I curated a piece on Fraction Magazine (published by farther David Bram) about Fathers and Sons. Take a minute to revisit the work of some wonderful image makers who happen to be fathers: Blake Andrews, Timothy Archibald, Bryon Wolfe, Shawn Records, Peter Tonningsen, Tom Leininger, Warren Harold, Shawn Gust, Dennis Chamberlin, Tread, and Todd Deutsch. And don’t forget the work of Phillip Toledano who has created the touching project about his own father, Days with My Father, and humorous work about his experiences as a new father.


Pete Brook, Dad Brook, Lancashire, England

Paris Visone, Dad: John Visone, Dodging the Camera, Boca Raton, FL

Carol Watson, Dad: Phil Brecht, Hockey Night in Canada , Blairmore, Alberta, Canada, “My father suffers from dementia and watching hockey is still one of his favorite rituals that has continued since I was a child.”

Matthew Avignone, Dad: Mike, , Untitled (Dad), from An Unfinished Body, Bourbonnais, IL “For many, when hearing the word “family” brings other words to mind; mom, dad, brothers, sisters, love and birth. But what if you were flown into your mother and father’s arms not by a stork but by a Boeing 747. My siblings and I were all adopted across the pacific from the countries India and South Korea, we came from foster mothers and lonely orphanages to parents and a little home in Illinois, some of us healthy and some with life-inhibiting special needs ranging from neurofibromatosis to spina bifida. For the past two years I have been returning home from my absence at school to turn my camera inward on my siblings and parents swapping the roles traditionally held by the heads of the household. As a son I am interested in documenting our lives from the significant, such as a first birth, to the banality of my brother after his shower. For at one time we might have all been strangers, but with time, love and perseverance we are fortunate to call ourselves a family as one.”

Mark Tanner, Dad: Cliff Tanner, Camp Meal, Dad and Mark, New Mexico

Sara Jane Boyers, Dad: Jonas Ziering, Detroit, MI 1940s, “My father the polo player, the patriarch of three generations on horseback and polo.”

Verner Soler, Dad: Johann Soler, Dad with walking stick, Vanescha, Switzerland

Linda Morrow, Dad: Dowell McAllister, Phoenix, AZ “My father, 1905-1985; still alive in my heart.”

Ashly Stohl, Grandfather: Len Leonard, Sharon and Len Leonard, Somewhere in New York, August 7, 1938 “I was raised by my grandparents, so on father’s day, my grandfather is the one I think of. These pictures from my grandparents’ wedding day were always side by side in the photo album. It sums up my grandfather perfectly – he loved my grandmother, and for fun he let her push him around a little.”

Mary Quin, Breakfast with Poppy, Bay St. Louis, MS

Sarah Pollman, Dad: Michael Pollman, Londonderry, NH

Michael Kirchoff, Dad: Howard Kirchoff, Rosemead, California “I’m pretty sure his reaction in this photo is in direct relation to something I was up to….”

Amy Schireson, Grandfather: Max Leo, at the Taj Mahal “World traveler, charmer”

Jane S. Noel, Dad: R.M. Stuart , 2009, “My grandmother would have sewn these name tags into my Dad’s clothes in WWII. “

Samantha Watkins, Dad: Bill Watkins, Vernon, BC, Passed away September 12, 2009

Anne Berry, Dad: Frank Jarrell, Atlanta, GA “Frank Jarrell with his goat hitched to his sulky. “Billy” was gruff, and he had a tendency to balk.”

Lisa Callamaro, Dad: John Callamaro, An Officer and a Gentleman, A Navy Base, 1960ish…

Sarah Hadley, Dad: Rollin “Bump” Hadley, Trying to find my father, Venice, Italy

Scott Patrick Myers, Dad: Larry Myers, Dad’s Ashes, “This is a photograph of my Dad’s ashes being spread on his farm in Queen City, Missouri.”

Laura Pickett Calfee, Dad: Ben Pickett, “This is my dad, Ben Pickett, on a roadtrip from Texas to California in the 1930s along with his brothers. They met these aspiring starlets at a dude ranch along the way. Dad’s the one in the boots.”

Wentzu Chang, Fatherhood, Lars with his son Mika, and their friends, Encino, California

Robin Odland, Dad: Rollin, Pondering 80 years, Stoughton, WI

Vicky Slater, Dad: Paul Martienssen, Spain, 1963 “This was taken by my grandfather. My mum, pregnant with my younger sister, my dad, so stylish, and my grandmother in emerald. In later years I used to borrow that cardi of my dad’s, classics never go out of fashion.”

Crista Dix, Dad: Jim Ward, “attached is a shot of my parents. They celebrate 53 years of marriage on June 21st. My father is my Superman. But this photo shows he is also our family’s Superman. This image was taken on a family trip at Kalaloch, Washington 97 or 98.”

Marjorie Salvaterra, Daddy & O, Venice, CA

Erin McGuire, Dad: Floyd McGuire, Victor Valley, CA earlier this year with my large format Crown Graphic and T55 film.

C. Gary Moyer, Dad:C. Gary Moyer Sr., Pottstown, PA

Scott Amrhein, Dad: Cliff Amrhein, In the Punishment Stocks, Fort Michilimackinac, Mackinaw City, MI

Chandler Bowser, Dad: Floyd Brooks Bowser, St. Louis in February, 1981

Warren Harold, Dad: Owen Harold, Deer Park, Tx “Proof there was a funny side to my dad, and yes, I still have that snake.”

Wesley Phillips, Dad: Fred B. Phillips, 1944/45 Army Photo

Noelle Swan Gilbert, Dad: David A. Swan, MD, Seattle, Washington, David A. Swan, MD, Seattle, Washington, “Tommy can’t stop laughing when he hears the funny stories my father tells him about his mother, my father’s beloved daughter and the mommy Tommy can’t remember. “

Helen Jones, Dad: Alan Jones, My Mother and Father, Brattleboro, Vermont, slide: somewhere in Arizona

Marla Bane, Dad: Sylvan Bane, Boardwalk Altantic City, NY, Circa 1030’s

Sylvan Bane – Office at Miles Shoes 1953

Bear Kirkpatrick, Dad: Charles Kirkpatrick, They Rained It Down On Us, Sugarland Key, Florida “My father was a bronze star winning combat veteran from the Vietnam war; the title of this photo was taken from a conversation I had with him about the common drenchings of the herbicide Agent Orange he and his men suffered.”

Andi Schreiber, Dad: Stan, 2009, Boca Raton, Florida

Daniel Porter, Dad: Bernard, Wiltshire, England

Laurie McCormick, Dad: Ed McCormick
Ed McCormick with my 3 older brothers; Yonkers, NY (1949)

Ed McCormick

Ed McCormick nearing the end; Yonkers, NY (1985)

Philip Bowser, Dad: Floyd B. Bowser, Dad, circa 1975 (scanned from an old family photo and cropped), “most likely lock and dam #21 on the Mississippi river near Quincy, Missouri. I was living in Iowa City and my folks were living in St. Louis, so Hannibal and environs made a good half-way meeting point.”

Carrie Crow, A Change in the Weather, 2011, La Verne/NYC

Bill Vaccaro, Dad: Joe Vaccaro, Father and son (me), Buffalo, NY. 1950

Christa Carceo, Dad: Bob, Methuen, MA

Kathleen Laraia McLaughlin, Dad: Frank Anthony Laraia, Chicago, IL He’s a proud Chicagoan and loves his paper. He’s always smiling.

Donna Rosser, Dad: Donald King, Photo taken by my mother — my Dad (Donald King) and I on a trip to Jamestown.

Dan Shepherd, Dad: Ray Shepherd, I Have my Dad’s Hands, Los Angeles, CA

Randy Magnus, Dad (Floyd Magnus) with Goose, 1990, Escalon, CA He always had a flock of geese around the house to eat the bugs and to serve as an alarm system…..

Jess T. Dugan, Dad with his shotgun, Little Rock, Arkansas, 2009

Jim Marx, Dad: Dick Marx, For the Record, Los Angeles, CA During the early fifties, my father played Jazz Piano in night clubs (New York, Chicago, Las Vegas) he also recorded several albums, these are four of the covers.

Erin Malone, Dad: Richard F. Malone, Germany, 1965 This is a favorite image of my father reading me a story when I was about 2 or so and my dad was only 25.

Josephine Close, Dad: Hal Close, Harrisville, New Hampshire

Sue Jenkins, Husband and Father: Phil Jenkins, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

Loretta Ayeroff, Dad: Samuel Jerome Ayeroff, Samuel Jerome Ayeroff and Loretta Ayeroff, Los Angeles, California, c.1952 Everyone loved him – I miss my dad every day.

Constantin Nimigean, Dad: Ioan, Bucharest, living-room of the old apartment

Christy Karpinski, Dad: Richard Karpinski,
Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico

Sharon Johnson-Tennant, Grandpa Bruce, Block Island, RI

Bea Fresno, Dad: Captain Dominguez, Mar del Plata, Argentina, He was most of his life at the high seas but he always came back with amazing stories and exotic presents. My dad, a tireless seeker, who taught me that everything could be improved.

Christopher Mellevold, My father. My son., Huntington Beach, CA

Paul Knox, “The image was captured in the zocalo in Mexico City and shows a father begging for money to pay for urgent medical treatment for his sick daughter.”

Mark Eaton, Father and Son, Suncheon-si, Jeollanam-do, South Korea “My own father died several years ago, and, unfortunately, all photographs of my father are not yet here with me in the country where I now reside, South Korea. This father-son team that I photographed ran the Suncheon Marathon together.”

Donna Scholl,Dad: Charles Scholl, “Don’t know who took this photo, but I just adore this image of my dad — ever the backyard chef! — trying out his brand new electric rotisserie grill.” Location: Wilmette, IL

Jim Robertson, Dad: Bill Robertson, Lexington, KY “My dear father’s indomitable spirit shines through the day after open heart surgery, something I needed as much as he did.”

Maryanne Gobble, her son’s Dad: Josh Gobble, Good News, Longview, TX

Jon Kersey, Dad: John Kersey, “Father From Another Planet”, El Monte, California

Sofia Silva, Dad: João Gaspar, Year 18, from the series “10227 days of lost affection”, Moitalina, Portugal

Daniel Colavito, Dad, 10 Years After, Philadelphia, PA

Annie Claflin, Dad: Tim Claflin, Dad Reading The Paper, Pomfret, Vermont

Ken Rosenthal, Dad: S.H. Rosenthal Jr., Arizona

Troy Hoffman, Dad: Haldon Lee Hoffman, Gibsonburg, OH “This photograph is a part of a series titled “Identity” which deals with the loss of my father and trying to capture his identity through self-portraits.”

Neil Phillips, Dad: Neil, Dad’s Girl, Chalfont St Peter, England

James Friedman, Dad: Allen E. Friedman, Pop’s War Department Identification Card, Location: Unknown, “My Pop was 22 years old when this ID was made.”

Consuelo Mendez, Dad: Sixto Mendez, portrait of Sixto fishing, Platonia, Texas

Noah Friedman, David. Shady Grove Hospital, Potomac, MD, “This was taken while I was in the emergency room at Shady Grove Hospital at around 3.00 AM after waking up my parents out of my own hypochondria.”

Michael Younker, Dad: Dave, I’m not an Ohio State fan, Tucson, AZ

Alexis Clements, In The Sand, Denver, CO “My father’s ashes with a childhood photo of him at the beach, June 18th marks ten years since my father loss his life to cancer at the age of 39.”

Erica Martin, Dad: Arthur Martin, 1930 – 2009. Image shot around 1948 – 1950 in New York, dancing for the ballet. My father was a dancer, a street brawler, an attorney, a whiskey drinker, a reader, a raconteur, an adventurer, a New York Times crossword puzzle doer, and my hero.

Robbie Kaye, Dad: Howard W. Kreinces, A Father’s Hug on Dad’s 80th Birthday, New York, NY

Aline Smithson, Dad: Alfred Freeman Smithson, somewhere in Arizona

Father of our children and my wonderful husband: Harry Steinway, Killington, Vermont