Reality Sucks at Times

But, when i open that small container, i see that there's nothing for me to offer. I don't really have anything that i can do. Because in reality, he's not there anymore...

wishes

When he first passed, there were plenty of times i thought he was still there. Even though he didn't live with us, i wanted to just talk every now and then...like we always did.
I wanted to spend the night and do random things as we used to do.
So i carried that small container of hope with me in hopes that we can still do those things.

Moving on With memory over time

I continued on with my path taking my own steps in his absence. Of course my memories changed color over time because they are only of when he used to be here. Since he is gone they have become clear due to me becoming older and no longer that little child who would cling to him whenever he came home.
The blue stones represent the few tears i shed whenever he crosses my mind at moments.

Erase and Bury...

With their absence from our existence, i picked up some of my memories and kept them with me. Others i buried or covered up so that i wouldn't have to stay stuck on them any longer.

Memory filling

As time progressed...each step was being filled with memories. Even when they started to overflow, more was continuously added in hopes that things will be alright.
Only then, time seemed to have other plans. Because eventually, the person was erased, and their footprints left behind with my childhood memories still there.

Steps

The boots were placed in a certain position as if someone was taking a step within each frame.

Few Inputs

I'm glad it rained. The ground had a more "natural" feel to it since i didn't have to make the mud myself. And the atmosphere was a nice cool, cloudy setting as it always was whenever me and my dad would go out to go fishing, riding, walking, whatever it was when we was outside.

The hardest part was taking the pictures and trying to make tracks in the mud. I had to basically work with one hand, and hold the camera in the other praying i wouldn't drop it in the mud. LOL.
Oh yea, i had to basically step in the boots to put enough pressure on them to get the tracks made.
It was a bit of a pain but fun reguardless. Especially when the boots are already a few sizes too big.

Oh yea! of course people were watching but once i got started, idk. I just got completely into it and it just seemed like nothing else mattered. As long as I'm doing my work i was fine completely. It was just me, the camera, and the boots working out there. ^_^

Items Used for Identity

I used 3 main items:
Colored flat-like marbles
black old boots
blue stoned marbles