A four-frame sequence from the second hour with the Owusu-Nkrumah family.
An afternoon with the Owusu-Nkrumah family.
Three generations in one living room, late afternoon light coming through the louvered window at exactly the wrong angle, a piano that we ended up using as a tripod, and one frame — the second one, before anyone had warmed up — that we knew immediately would be the one above the mantel. A short essay on what we noticed in the hour before we started shooting.
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