In March of this year, I traveled back to my home town in California to spend spring break with my kids. I wanted to show them the house I grew up in. I remembered that back in 78' my family put our hands in the cement on the side of the house. I first knocked on the door to make sure they wouldn't care if we looked and went over to see if the impressions still remained. My hand sat under a down spot and wasn't very visible but my two sisters, Mom and Dad still remained.
I snapped a few photos as I remembered that moment vividly in 78'
Many changes have occurred since this.....
I hid my personal story of my family in this journal spot, one sister going her on way and a father leaving many years ago. Although this layout didn't come without pain, it felt nice capturing all our hands together again, when we were a family of 5.