A year has passed since my father lost his battle with life.
Today would have been his 81st birthday.
As a child, I admired, even revered my father. I followed his lead, learned his craft and walked in his foot steps.
As a teen and young adult I was employed in his studios, fine tuned my craft, honed my skills and learned by being thrown into the deep end time and time again by my dad.
Where ever you are now, happy birthday Dad.
Photography has been an important part of my expression since high school.