That’s me. It’s a crop from a larger family portrait taken in Bangladesh, on a hot summer’s day at a local bazaar. Beyond that, my memory of the day has faded — much like the photograph itself. I’d almost forgotten it existed until a family friend in Spain sent it over, and seeing it again stopped me in my tracks. Time and the tropical humidity had nearly destroyed the print, and it struck me how close this little piece of my childhood came to being lost forever. I’m so grateful to my friend for sending it.
This is my first attempt at restoring a photograph. The image on the left shows how badly it had faded.
