Silence.

After 20 years, I have returned with my father to the place whose memory we only have from photographs. In the thick fog, the reality suddenly faded away and on the calm surface of the lake we spotted a buoy. A lone guardian who stood the test of time, reminding us of the importance of our shared relationship. A deep bond, keeping us on our feet in the moments when life's waters become unstable and tumultuous. A road sign, allowing us to find our way back to what matters in life.

These photographs are a record of that moment. A few minutes that allowed me to understand the importance of our bond.

Silence.

After 20 years, I have returned with my father to the place whose memory we only have from photographs. In the thick fog, the reality suddenly faded away and on the calm surface of the lake we spotted a buoy. A lone guardian who stood the test of time, reminding us of the importance of our shared relationship. A deep bond, keeping us on our feet in the moments when life's waters become unstable and tumultuous. A road sign, allowing us to find our way back to what matters in life.

These photographs are a record of that moment. A few minutes that allowed me to understand the importance of our bond.

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