Dad, Santa Monica, CA. 2007
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Standing along the Pacific Palisades Park, we are leaning on a fence alongside a cliff. The Pacific Coast Highway hums below and the sounds of traffic and ocean merge into one. A meeting point that brings memories to both my father and I for different reasons perhaps. He had lived his adult years here, and I, my childhood. We had both seemingly been away for a while and here we are returning.
Standing along the Pacific Palisades Park, we are leaning on a fence alongside a cliff. The Pacific Coast Highway hums below and the sounds of traffic and ocean merge into one. A meeting point that brings memories to both my father and I for different reasons perhaps. He had lived his adult years here, and I, my childhood. We had both seemingly been away for a while and here we are returning.
