Dear Photograph,
Nine years ago, my parents, my son and I drove across Canada. We stopped at the summit of Rogers Pass and my mother took this photo of my little boy and I. It was an amazing trip that none of us will ever forget. One week ago my son and I made the trip to the Pass again and I was delighted to take this photo, as well as a recreation with my son who is now four inches taller then me. These memories are worth more then anything. “I
'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be.”

Dear Photograph,
This photo was taken in the seventies. I’m standing with my neece, also the girl next door, in the front garden. I think we where 8 and 10 at that time.

Dear Photograph,
This original photo was taken when my younger sister was 2 years old who is now 15. It was taken at the beach which is around a 5 minute walk from our house. As kids we used to love going there and today is still one of our favorite places to go.

Dear Photograph,
Every time I go fishing I look at this photo and it brings back great memories of my good friends.

Dear Photograph,
This is me on my first day of kindergarten. It was a great first day of school because I didn’t cry for once, compared to preschool. But now I’m here standing tall, ready to learn. 17 years later, I’m back to reminisce my early days as a student, as I prepare myself for my last year in college.

Dear photograph,
A good bit of my foundation was laid from being on that boat. Any one who ever stepped on it never completely stepped off. Mom Mom and Pop Pop were always TEACHING the youngins and some grown how to bait hooks, take fish off the line and respect nature by learning about it. I can still remember sitting on that engine box as a kid heading up the river, the loud rumble made you shut up and take it all in. When you were old enough you got to sit on the bow, cut bait and remove the rope from your rod that was tied to the frame. Because of my grandparents praises every child that walked off the Catfish felt they caught the fish of the day. Sitting on dry land rotting, I realize its just a chunk of wood now without Mom Mom and Pop Pop at the helm. 

Dear Photograph,
Here I am as a little boy, with my great grandfather I met for the first time and his beloved Jovi the Poodle. They returned home in Belgrade, Serbia for the first time in 50 years. Spending almost all of his life in Alaska, he had a small gold mine there. Sadly, soon after this photo was taken, he went on vacation, never to return. All I have now is this photograph of the three of us and a ring with a golden nugget that he gave me.

While making this image, I realized the full power of “Dear Photograph” phenomenon. When I looked through the viewfinder and “connected” the photo with reality, the past and present aligned. It was a deep, nostalgic and very emotional moment. Suddenly I was taken back 31 years, standing on the same place, looking at the same building, together with my grandpa and his little Jovi. Precious moment.


Dear Photograph,
This is my dad in Plaza de Mayo (Buenos Aires 1969). I was 9 years old when he died so I don’t remember much things about him but I inherited his passion for art. My mother told me he was a great guy and I’m sure he was. Miss you dad.

Dear Photograph,
The unforgettable Red Rocks of Sedona, Arizona… I returned today and reflected, 17 years later with this photo in hand. Though we lost you to cancer, Dad, I’m grateful to have this memory to cherish in your absence. Until we meet again. 

Dear Photograph,
This is a picture taken of my brother and cousins (and Bandit, the dog) back in 1993 at Glen Lock in Irvine Park, Chippewa Falls, WI.
My brother passed away in 2009, but the park was his favorite place to be.

Dear Photograph,
A year and a half ago my brother (right) died suddenly at 43. I miss him terribly. The original photo of the two of us in the snow in front of our childhood home was shot around 1975. I came to town for a wedding and snapped this today.

Dear Photograph,
40 years ago she was the most beautiful grandma of the beach. The one who gave me the little self confidence i have. She’s been gone for one year now. I miss her.

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