Mark Peterman
Mark Peterman
Exploring Narrative Storytelling Through Photographs and Multimedia Using Constructed Realities and Implied Fiction
 

When the day began, Emma Easton never imagined that she would find herself here…. 

… at her fathers apartment, looking for him. 

 
Days Present Themselves
 

It had begun with a letter…

that arrived at her office earlier in the week. It was an effort from her estranged father to reconnect. 

A simple note in her fathers handwriting read: 

“Join me on Friday night, 

Just like old times, for your birthday... 

Come by my place after work. 

Love, Dad” 


The hand-drawn ballerina at the bottom of the page was a reference to the birthday tradition that began when she was young… the ballet on her birthday. Today was her birthday, his intention was to reconnect this evening. 

 

The space seemed to be filled with a lonely silence, she hoped that the quiet might reveal some sort of truth. Errant light from the street lamps filtered in from outside. The golden quality of the light guided her across the room to his desk near the window just above the street. 

Days Present Themselves

The space seemed to be filled with a lonely silence, she hoped that the quiet might reveal some sort of truth. Errant light from the street lamps filtered in from outside. The golden quality of the light guided her across the room to his desk near the window just above the street. 

Days Present Themselves