arrow-downarrow-leftarrow-rightarrow-upchevron-upchevron-leftchevron-rightchevron-upclosecomment-newemail-newgallerygridheadphones-newheart-filledheart-openmap-geolocatormap-pushpinArtboard 1Artboard 1Artboard 1minusng-borderpauseplayplusreplayscreenArtboard 1sharefacebookgithubArtboard 1Artboard 1linkedinlinkedin_inpinterestpinterest_psnapchatsnapchat_2tumblrtwittervimeovinewhatsappspeakerstar-filledstar-openzoom-in-newzoom-out-new
Edit Photo Details
Photograph by
    • 0
    • 1

    Reported by:

    Holding my father's hand as he lay dying. It was clenched tightly into a fist. All I could do was place mine on top; I could not intertwine our fingers. I stroked his hand with my thumb, spoke to him, played his favorite music. And sensed he knew I was with him in his final hours.
    Composition 5
    Lighting 2
    Creativity 1
    Story 6
    Photo Details
    Date Taken: Mar 9, 2014
    Date Uploaded: Mar 16, 2014
    Camera: Apple iPhone 5s
    Focal Length: 4.12 mm
    Shutter Speed: 1/17 sec
    Aperture: f/2.2
    ISO: 320
    Copyright: © Elizabeth Flora Ross
    Categories: Black and White, People
    Assignments: How Close Can You Get?