For my 15th birthday, my father gave me a camera. It became an obsession. I took it everywhere and watched the world through the viewfinder — a safe place to hide and seek. The images have faded but my memories are clear and sharp. I still have the camera, a Canon TLB and until fairly recently continued to use it eventhough bits and pieces were falling off of the body. Dad’s encouragement and support is sorely missed. In my teenage aloofness, I didn’t want to admit it at the time, but we were soulmates.
Jan. 23rd, 1915 – July 23rd, 1996
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
—The Lotos Eaters, Alfred Lord Tennyson