Left

In his last years, my father wasn’t able to use his right hand to photograph and he couldn’t figure out how to shoot one-handed with his left hand.  As I sprinkled his ashes, with my right hand, walking from his original beach house along the jungle road past the studio to the fish house, I took some one-handed, left-handed tree portraits for him.  I have added three images from the Recoleta “City of the Dead” in Buenos Aires, taken shortly after he died.