I took my first photograph of my father in 1970. Over the years he has alternately tolerated and encouraged my photography.
In 2011 he entered assisted living, which he described as "the most boring cruise I've ever been on".
I consider these anti-environmental portraits. My father didn't care for or interact much with the people or the facility as he turned increasingly inward.
I've carried a camera since I was a teenager. It became a way for him to identify me, and often a means to connect when other avenues failed.
Photographs of my father from 2011 until his death in 2015.