In the archives, from 2010: I lived with my grandfather for a few months while in college. He was still reeling from the loss of my grandmother three years prior. I has just had lunch with him before I took this photo (“You want a hamburger there, Adamski?”) and I’m grateful to have this. I wish I would’ve been able to know him better. He was always in my life, he was just extremely reserved and didn’t share too much. Even after so many amazing discoveries about his life after his death (we knew he was Gen. Patton’s driver for a few months, but we didn’t know he helped liberate Dachau until we found his platoon book hidden in his basement - the man fought Nazis with his bare hands), I still feel an emptiness about who he was. I look at this picture and it gives me a small glimpse of the man he was, but leaves me forever with an unfulfilled wish to get to know him.
Prospect Park, PA. Minolta X370s. Ilford HP5. f/16, 1/500.