Old family photographs of the departed possess significant meanings. My memory of my Grandfather is limited; I knew him mainly from scattered youth memories, photographs, and accounts told by my relatives. By reprinting fragments of a portrait of him one at a time, I trace the details of his enlarged contours. There, I find his features were not the most significant thing that made him my Grandfather, but the realization of my own existence came because of him became the nexus of our relationship. In the end, that single photograph not only works as retention of memories, the reprinted fragments created new ones in the process.
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