Dad, Scaër.

Last week I visited my parents in Brittany, France. My parents have lived there for a number of years and I try to go and see them as often as possible; but in reality this is really once a year, I wish it was more of a regular occurrence. I have spent the past year or so playing with the idea of how we become more like our parents. I like the idea that when I was a child I could see no physical likeness, but as I get older I can see it starting to happen.

Every year I force my parents to set for a photograph, and each year they protest. I seem to photograph my mum in different places, but I always end up photographing my Dad in his garage. After all he was a mechanic for nearly fifty years.

The following image was shot two years ago (2014)