In summer 2013 my parents came back from a trip to Turkey and brought portraits with them. Those where shot by a photographer from the beach. Everyday he offers his service to tourists. The results are professional and very popular in my parents circle of friends. But when I looked at those prints I didn’t see the two people who raised me and my brother.
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