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My father at the Community Correctional Re-entry House. Unsure of regulations, I brought a camera in my bag and buried it in a sweater. It was cold outside but we weren't allowed to enter any of the shared housing. I put my camera on the table and focused it, placing a sweater over it to conceal it. I shot this portrait during our Christmas visit. Our first family reunion since our visit to a federal state prison the year prior.