We arrive in a small mountain town located in Aguascalientes, Mexico. Over the seven year course of this project, my father is almost never directly photographed, but simply a character at the edge of the frame guiding me into the world I believe he truly inhabits. His identity was shaped by Presa de los Serna; his language, his values, and his expectations. My identity was shaped in a predominantly white suburban town outside of Chicago. I’ve always sensed our cultural differences and at times painfully so. I wanted to confront my relationship with my father through observation of the place where he solidified his identity before immigrating to the U.S. during the late 70’s. Through these photographs; mutual empathy and realisations emerge and the divide mends. This is how I am able to truly know my father.