Every photo tells a story, some more meaningful than others. This is one of the few and rare photos from my family collection. As a kid growing up in a forest town far away from “civilization”, those were difficult times, a photo session was very far and few between the years.
A camera was not something you can find in a home. For this photo with my sisters, my father had to pull some strings to get it; it was an old twin lens Seagull camera; it was a property of the government. Simple as this photo is; it’s a classic in it’s presentation. My father put all three of us on the home made wooden bench and caught me and my second sister tickling my oldest sister. As you can see, putting furniture outside and photographing children is nothing new! 
My father borrowed the camera a few times while we were growing up in China; those photos were the most memorable. He’s shooting with a digital camera now and I must say he was a better photographer then. Forgive me dad.
With limited resources and no chance to make any mistake he shot some beautiful photos of his children. Limitation with a desire often makes better art.
If you have an old childhood photo and would like to share the story behind it, please drop me a line.
