So. Seven years ago, my father died. I don't go to the cemetery to leave flowers to mark the anniversary. That has no meaning to me. Besides, my father wouldn't really care, either. He'd appreciate the thought, but as for the flowers? He'd just nod. That was his way of saying, "Sure they're nice, but what can I do with them."
Instead, I just try to do something he would appreciate and be proud of, and not just for today. He was a mechanic, so I make sure I treat my car well - change my own oil, check the tire pressure, and always double clutch.
This year, I dusted off the Polaroid Land Camera 100 he bought in 1965. He loved that camera. He was fascinated with anything mechanical and he loved science, so the idea of a camera that was also a mini photo lab delighted him to no end. I also built a pinhole camera, which he also would have gotten a kick out of. With both, I've been taking pictures of things he built or loved. These are the places where he still lives, and so they make up the only portrait I can do of him for today.
Here are some of my efforts that I wanted to share today.
Edited: Forgive me for splitting this into two posts. I try to link to the pictures of Flickr and I never manage to do it properly. I'll post the pictures as attachments.
