Nothing like getting back to the basics with photography. I put down my digital and went out the other day to do some 'real' work. Not to knock digital in any way. But I had to manually focus and tweak my exposures to come out with this picture.
I'm more comfortable getting the close up...special shot with an oldy camera. I really, really, was excited at doing some brain work again.
So finally I know he is gone. My brother sent me a copy of the obituary and reading it made me feel very sad. I have trouble letting him go you see, because he was a man who was so different than most fathers.
He was aloof as we were kids growing up. After he and my mother were seperated I began to learn who 'my father' really was. He was an interesting fellow, someone I actually had a fun time with as an adult. I don't think he was ever really comfortable with children.
He was an avid photographer, and a wonderful story teller.
I'm not always sure where the truth sort of ended and the embellishing began in his stories about his life, but heck...embellishment always made it so much more funny and interesting.
I'm really looking for some private time to grieve him...but right now it seems that everyone else in my life 'needs' me.
I ditched my digital cameras today and pulled out my ancient Pentax. I heard Dad's voice as I lifted the heavy old camera and focused...his instructions on how to gauge what the exposure should be set at...what aperature to use...should I use the zoom lens...????
Honor thy father, take some awesome pictures.
I awoke Sunday morning during a terrible downpour of rain, the wind was slashing, the thunder rolling...lightening had struck in the woods close by.
I looked out the window and saw through the rain, a baby donkey, we had been awaiting her birth for weeks. We donned raincoats and ran out.
Her one leg has constricted tendons in them. We hope to keep her healthy by bracing her leg so she can nurse efficiently and doing massage therapy and physical therapy one or more times a day.
Life follows death. Elma's birth reminded me of that. The cycle continues on.
April 29th 1918~June 24th 2005. 87 years young.
Dad died yesterday and we will never understand the circumstances. Apparently he silently slide out of the house and made his way through my brother's yard and to the in ground pool. He unlocked the gate...which is an amazing feat for a legally blind man.
He was dressed in swimming trunks so he must have meant to go there. Dad could not swim and hadn't been near the pool in years. In fact he wouldn't go there unless someone was with him.
My sister in law looked out her window and saw dad floating face down.
Dad was dead. The coroner will try and figure out if he had a heart attack or he drowned.
I think he must have wanted to go by the pool for what ever reason and perhaps slipped and fell in.
The end result is the same. I lost my Dad, my photography buddy...my cheerleader and much loved admirer.
I cannot bring him back, except in pictures. I love you Dad.
She makes my heart sing, she makes my eyes dance...she makes me wish I were young again...she makes my eyes cloud over ... a bit misty, I think...she makes me remember warm summer nights with grandma, she makes me think fondly of 'old' thoughts and memories...she brings joy to every momment we share.
She is Ariel.