Christopher Rozruch (Rob Ward) as a child. My father sent me this some time ago. I talk to him seldom. I have always had so little bandwidth. He used to take a lot of photographs. He gave me my first camera, an Agfa that took Kodapak casettes or something similar. I used it to take photos of squirrels and stake out the fox that lived in a hole in the garden. Cue tens of blurred images. He used to film us on Cine film and play it back to us, sometimes backwards, which we loved. Regularly, we would send off those Trueprint envelopes and wait for them to be returned by post. This is me aged, what, eight or nine maybe? I saw it in my mail some weeks after he sent it. He struggles to get my attention, as he always did - as people do in general, as indeed I do myself. I cried uncontrollably some time after. A lot of things, and I haven't debugged it yet - I will record a podcast about it and try to link it in the database later - but, I would imagine this was one of them. Could this kid have imagined how saddened and disappointed he would have cause to be by the leaders of his country and those of a handful of others? By the level of hatred in this world? I don't know... What I hope is that he would understand some of what I am trying to do now. I think he would... I think that matters.
|'alt' description||A photograph of Christopher Rozruch as a boy, aged around 9. It is taken in Stourbridge in the British West midlands.|
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