Thoughts on the Approach of the Second Anniversary of My Father’s Death...

When I was 14, my father taught me how to develop film and print pictures. And that has made all the difference in my life. I was allowed to use his cameras until I was able to buy my own. Even better, I was allowed to use his darkroom in the basement.

My father passed away on April 9, 2016 at the age of 96. I photographed the last two months of his life. More about that in another post.

But this is the way I will always remember him; a smile on his face and a camera in his hand. 

2001

Apparently he always had a camera in his hand as we have family photographs starting in 1943 with the first born and through all the years with the rest of us.

1946

1947

1947

1948

1949

1950

1951

1962

1963

Family studio portrait 1965

The last family group shot 2001

I think I’ll stop here. There are thousands of photographs, way to many to post here. As I said, my dad always had a camera in his hand.

Tri-X, f/8, and be there.