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This Father's Day, spare a thought for Jesse Senko.

This is my pal Jesse.

Photographer, filmmaker, and father. Jesse got started early. He gave birth to his first son at age 8. By 22, he had a brood of 9 children. He's 30 now, and he and his wife have just welcomed their youngest to the family. How many kids is that in all? No one knows. Way too many to count. Does it matter really?

At the tender age of 30, you can read the weariness in his lined skin and gaunt eyes.

At the tender age of 30, you can read the weariness in his lined skin and gaunt eyes.

In those scarce private moments, he smiles.

In those scarce private moments, he smiles.

They all live together in a musty little thatch hut in the hills. In summer, it’s beautiful. The children entertain themselves chasing field mice and stacking endless cords of wood. In winter, they huddle together for warmth, like penguins.

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On rare days, the din of children fighting over scraps of food settles down, and Jesse takes a moment for himself. He rides his mule out to the old shed deep in the forest. And he sits. Quietly. Thinking about his life. And whittling little pieces of wood into portraits of Magnum PI. He has hundreds of them now.

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So, this Father's Day, spare a thought for Jesse Senko.

Jesse is stumped.

Jesse is stumped.