The following is an excerpt from a conversation I had with Clay, a 45-year-old high school educated underground construction worker and former gravedigger. Clay recalled the daughter he hadn’t seen in 16 years and how the photo we made together might be a way for them to reconnect.
“The last time I saw my daughter she was two years old.” Clay tells me, looking down as he writes out the rest of her address. “She’s got both my names and her mom’s names too, so she has four names instead of three. I’d like to send the photo you take of me to my daughter. She lives in El Dorado Hills. I haven’t seen her in 16 years.”
“Sure, I can do that for you, I can get the photograph to your daughter,” I say.
“Can you write something on the photo too?” Clay asks, looking down at the address he had just written. “Can you write on the photo, ‘Hello,’ maybe? But I really just want it to say, ‘I love you’.”