ORGANIC CHICKEN: PRUSKE, SLOVAKIA
I could never watch my father killing a chicken, not even putting a carp which ended up on our Xmas table every year "to sleep". I think children naturally refuse seeing their parents in such situation. Every time I saw my dad I had to remind myself that he's getting older and that he won't be with us forever. I tried to spend as much time with him as possible. Whenever I came home to visit my parents, I would follow him wherever he went, watch whatever he did while I created this visual memory of my dear father.
During one of my visits he ended life of one of his precious chickens which he fed and bred for three years. And I was finally able to watch him doing it. The chicken was killed and the whole family was fed. This is how I will always remember my dad - lovingly caring and providing for our family his whole life.
These photographs suddenly became very precious for me as my daddy left us forever on May 6, 2018.
