In her book On Photography, Susan Sontag says “to photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge—and, therefore, like power” (p. 2). It is impossible to know what permission, if any, the women gave to my father as the shutter snapped near his eye. Impossible to gain permission, now, years later as I sift through pictures of someone’s mother, someone’s son, pieces of someone’s home. I’m constructing an unreliable narrative in the hopes of understanding my father–a man whose power was most evident in the presence of women.