Thinking about fathers.
Dad died in August 2000. He always had a camera handy, most of the time he would spend an entire year shooting a roll of 36. Mostly he took pictures of his friends, family, and the occasional flower or homegrown tomato.
When he died, I finished up the roll taking snapshots of the flowers that arrived to note his passing. (A good bottle of booze would have been a better way to note his passing.)
I was stunned to find this image when I had the pictures processed at the local K-Mart. It was taken from the carport of our family home in the slums of northwest El Paso. It would have been sunrise. Since the leaves are off the trees, it is likely in the late winter.
