Nikon F, 55 micro .. This is so special to me. It reminds me of a time when I was profiled as a white man. I was unable to see it in my youth. I understand the bronze is not showing us that. But my best friend could be the boy asking his auntie if it's ok to play with the white boy. This was in a time that it was commonly concerning for the black community to interact with the white folk. There was a massive move out of Caucasian families in Detroit for whatever reason. I was a kid, I could of cared less, either did he. The wise auntie let him hang with me. I credit my father for instilling in me, to love. He never, ever mentioned race, religion, or anything that is so dynamic today. My Father, whom is still alive today, has his short comings but race relations is not one of them. I love my Dad, I thank him for making me somewhat ignorant in this volatile, world system. I have sold several prints of this. I hope the story doesn't take away from the photo.