DAD

...rhymes with rad

A few memories with Dad.

1982

On the freeway in my Dad's 1937 Chevy street rod, a work in process back in the day. A stranger pulls up beside us, leans out the window, gesturing to give us a Polaroid photo, which they just snapped. As the stranger leans out the window of his car with the photo, my dad reaches out his window to accept the photo, the stranger yells "it's good to see old cars on the road!" (Swipe back one, feel that photo)

1983

Glacier National Park My Dad taught me photography basics with his Voigtlander Bessamatic (he bought in Germany 1962). I always felt proud with his Bessa strapped around my neck. My Dad Photo Credit, Me

1984

We backpacked in Utah's High Uintas Wilderness when I was young. "Is it going to rain?" I would ask my Dad. My Dad would reply, "It's ok camping in the rain, experiencing both sides of Mother Nature is a good thing." My Dad stoking the fire. Photo Credit, Me

We talked about these moments on Father's Day so many memories and so many laughs. Good times, great memories. I love my Dad #stellerdad

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