My parents got divorced when I was twelve so I grew up with my mom and my elder brother. I didn’t get along with my family very well, the small-town atmosphere was depressing, and I escaped to big city St. Petersburg. I rarely visited or called them, and totally lost connection with my father. Ten years after I came back to spend summer with my dad and get to know him, again - or for the first time  

Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography
Prodigal Son — Vladimir Kolmakov | photography