But as I went digging through 35+ years of clippings, pictures, and keepsakes...
All I got was an asthma attack from the dust.
You see, my dad was the unofficial photographer in the family. I guess that's where I get my love of photography from.
There are tons of pictures of me. At birthdays, at school events, on family vacations, at celebrations, and hanging out in the backyard with my dirty bare feet.
It's just that my dad was usually the one taking the picture.
Darn.
I did manage to find some. This one made me laugh out loud.
He's every bit the stylin' 70's man... probably the ripe old age of 25.
And me... what a goofball.
We look exactly the same now. Except he has less hair and I have more. (A few strands more.)
So thanks to my dad I learned to love to capture moments in time. Now I am going to remind myself to actually pass the camera off to someone else and get in there with my boy.
Happy Birthday Daddy!!
You were a rockstar back in the day,and you still are!!
No comments:
Post a Comment