Kindell, our granddaughter, a professional photographer, created this on Memorial Day, marking the one-year anniversary of Mil's passing:
It’s so hard believe that’s it’s been a year since we lost him. I think about him all the time, especially when I’m photographing. It’s funny, how much in common we share and how similar we are. I could never pretend to possess even a fraction of his intellect, but we both had a passion for so many things - and so many of the same things.
Though I don’t read as much as I used to, nor do I write much anymore, and my interests and endeavors change with the wind - photography is still the one thing I keep coming back to and my love for it always grows. Granddad was the same way. Photography wasn’t something he did, it was part of who he was. He could see a photo opportunity in absolutely anything and make ordinary things tell a special story. He was a craftsman with his camera and with his words.
I saw this photo of him for the first time at his memorial and it instantly became my favorite. Then at Christmas, I was gifted two of his Canon 35mm cameras. One of them is the camera in this photo.
So today, to honor him - I recreated this photo with that same Canon F-1 35mm camera. I thought it would be hard, but it was so easy because it just came so naturally.
