Blur

They are my parents.

I took this photo in the mid-seventies, I don’t know where. At that time my father was working abroad and my family could only get together three or four times a year. She smiles, he looks worried. Maybe the problems started at that time, maybe not.
What I like in this photo is the blur with which I have always seen their roles. There was nothing clear and defined, everything was precarious. Unintentionally I managed to capture that feeling.