Black Rose (true story) - Photostory

 

            A father is the backbone of the family. To be the child of a log transporter, I have many memories of the forest. I have vivid, living memories of accompanying my father in his truck, and how I loved going to and fro the forest in his mighty truck he he named “Black Rose”. My childhood is filled with our journeys through forests that were still green and lush, with many different animals crossing our paths; a place which is no more. Recently, I returned to the forest with my father. The forest has changed, as have I. Anxieties cloud my mind, and inside of me, questions appear regarding my father and his work in the forest.

            This photo-story is a moment for me to remember, and to reflect my relation with my father. We can say that the “me” that is standing in this world today was raised by the forests of Duri. My father and I are but one of the many families that depend their lives on the forests and lands of Riau.