My father passed away back in April of 2019 at eighty-six, and at the time, Laurie and I pieced together his obituary and saved a copy here in the eJournal. Life marches on, yet vintage prints have a curious habit of resurfacing when least expected. Laurie recently aimed her phone at a handful of old family snapshots and dispatched them via WhatsApp. Thanks, sis! Naturally, they sat quietly on my phone for a number of weeks before I finally migrated them over to Flickr. I'm going to ask for her to resend some as I managed to prematurely lose a whole batch somewhere between my phone and the cloud. Time and files slip away easily.
Today's five images offer a random sample of life, beginning with the top frame of the two of us together during his years living in Maine. I was back in the region on a vacation from my teaching post in the Middle East in the early nineties. The subsequent two snapshots carry indeterminate dates, captured in moments known only to the original photographer. A fourth image appears to be his high school portrait, dutifully posed. The selection concludes with a shot of Dad as a little tot, an artifact entirely new to my eyes. These five frames now hold a secure place in the public visual record.
