My father was an amateur photographer, or as I remember, we were always on the other side of his lens. In his love for recording moments, he kept a record of his life. He was an interesting person, much more interesting than how I knew him as my father. Born in Ukraine, a war refugee during WWII, then sent to a camp in Germany where he pursued his formal education, and finally immigrated to the United States. As I put together the story he left behind, I'm collaborating with him in a way only possible because of the digital world. I am reprocessing some images, a truly amazing experience, and he would have loved us doing this together.

There is so much more you see when you change the light.