This is my dad. My mom and dad divorced when I was in grade school. I don’t know him well at all, but I love him nonetheless.
This photo was obviously taken before mom and dad were divorced. It was 1979. The year I was born. My mom and dad were in England, stationed on an American army base in Lakenheath. I have the story that goes along with my birth which I will share later. But for now…
Sometimes in my head, I see this picture and that’s the way I see my dad when I have those few and far between conversations with him on the phone. Or when I’m reading those infrequent e-mails we send each other.
The thing I love most about this photo is that my mom took it. I can imagine her. Tired and weary from the responsibilities of a new child. Looking lovingly at me. Lovingly at my dad.
Holding the camera.
Clicking away.
One at a time.
This is why I love photography, the art of photography and the feelings it emotes.
This moment in time.
Even though I was too young to remember it. I will always remember this.
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