Remembering Dad.

Today would have been my Dad's 111th birthday.  This is an old photo from 1972, a pose often adopted, and one in which I will always remember him: squinting through the tiny viewfinder of his beloved 1939 Leica II.  I still have it.
Dad and his Leicas were seemingly inseparable as he documented the doings of our family life at home and on our holidays.  I remember.