this morning my mom sent me a very rare find, some photos of me as a child, 

We don't have many photos of me as a kid that survived the purge. My uncle destroyed many of our photos when he heard a sermon on the evils of photography.

I remember resenting him while i watched him do it. All those memories, proof of our existence, storys i can't remember or be ever be told about because the triggers are all gone.

He did it with fire; He did it with religious zeal and we let him.

I think this is one of my strongest reasons I become a photographer. i want to help make and shape the stories that i myself have lost. those triggers that help start or end a story.

we be the map makers.