What I love most about photography is the memories the photographs bring back.
These pictures are for the man who raised my sisters and I. He disappeared about thirty years ago after a contentious divorce. One of my sisters found him and I hear he is happily remarried and living in San Diego. I also hear he lost all his pictures in an apartment flood. So these are for him if he ever finds this place. The top two pictures are of his mother and father with other family members in the second photo. The third down is of him, with a man I don't know, when he was in the Air Force. Bottom picture is of him with my sister Wendy, his biological daughter.
The older the photograph the sweeter the memory.
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