I'm heretohonorthisplaceandwhat I didherewhat I collectedheresothat I couldstepouttomorrowandmakeanothermovieanduseitandmakethatthingformysonsthat I couldnotdoif I justkindofdiedtoday.
Thefutureiswhere I'm goingWhatcan I dowiththisthan 24 hoursofthefire?
I wentthrougheverythingouthere, everyinchofthisstuffwithmydaughterandmysisterandneighborshelpingme, we'd holdoutlittlepiecesofremembranceswith a meananythingtoanybodyelse.
No, I certainlyhavenovalueanymore.
Buttheymeantsomethingtome.
So I siftedthrougheverythingeverysingleweek.
I wasupherethreeinthemorning, fourinthemorning, lookingthroughtheboxes.
I'm filingthatbox.
I'm gonnausethatinthisfilm.
I'm gonnausethatidea.
I'm gonnasendthisideatoanotherguybecause I can't doit.
But I knowitshouldbedone.
I duglike a crazyman, and I knewwhat I waslookingfor.
Piecesofthememoriesthat I couldsharewithsomeoneelse, particularlymysons.
Lookatmyhairand I wantedtoleavethemmyfather's paintingsandmyfilms.
Thatwaswhere I feltmyassetwas.
Thatwaswhat I couldleavetheseboyssothattheywouldknowtheirdadbecausetheycouldseehisfilmsandtheyhadallthishistory.
Sowhenyouloseyourhistoryandyou'renotyoungandyouwanttoleavesomethingasmeaningthatcarriesthevaluesofyou, that's a hardloss.
Mysister, shetookonthejobofsavingthephotographs.
Hisalbumrescuesomeofhisphotoalbums, one.
So I gotthesethousandsofcurleduppicturesonwhattodowithhim.
Rightnow, I'm interestedinstillphotographybecause I believethatstillscapturemomentsintimeandthatyoucanlookthroughthestillintomuchmorethanistheretheimages I collectedwithonesthatsaidmorethanthefaceortheysceneorthelightsomethingdeeper?
I knowwomenhavethepower, theheart, thesoul, theemotion.