My Dad is an inspiring person. He’s creative, musical, loving, sensitive, optimistic–sometimes to a fault, silly, good-hearted, strong willed and principled, always principled. I’m celebrating him today, not because it’s his birthday and obviously its not Father’s Day but because I can. Because simply…I love him.
My Dad took up photography for a while about the same time he took up furniture building and not long after he’d given up trying to be a drummer in a rock and roll band. He was better at furniture and drumming but his short-lived hobby with the camera left him and the rest of us good visual memories.
He photographed some of his romps around North Carolina in the mid to late 1970s and his transition in to married life with my Mom shortly before 1980 rolls around. These are some of those images that my Dad took with his Minolta in the 1970s, mostly in rural North Carolina. We converted all of these from slides in to digital format and we found some real gems. To me, this is art, maybe you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.
Imagine some of these enlarged.
Annual Old Time Fiddler’s Convention,
I always make a top hat part of my festival wardrobe…
Let’s camp here,
my Mom and their new puppy…Rosie
Notice the magazine on the couch,