Dreams

This picture…

… made me remember a wonderful time in my childhood with my dad. My dad was a photography enthusiast when we lived in the former USSR. He would take many pictures of my sister, my mom and me. He improvised a dark room in our apartment in Baku and developed the moments he captured of our every day life. It was always a mystery to me—film becoming pictures. One day, he let me go in to develop the pictures with him and I saw how everything worked. It was magical. These black and white pictures that he took and developed are now here in my house. I love looking at them once in a while grasping to understand what my parents must have been like, what they worried about, what they wished for for their young children.