The merry ladies in charge of Sunday Scribblings have come up with a picture-prefect theme. I am an avid amateur photographer. I have a plethora of macro work ranging from delicate flower heads to moths. I have several grand vistas from various states (and quite a few snapshots taken from airplanes.) I have far too many pictures of our pets and home décor. Have you ever seen dried cat snot? I’m certain that I have a photograph of it somewhere on this blog; if I am wrong, I will endeavor to upload a picture.
I thought I would deviate from all the pretty things that I enjoy photographing (cat snot is very pretty when the light hits it just so – not) and share a picture of me. My father took the picture below over a year and three months ago. It is in the Denver International Airport.
We had a marvelous time that day. I had flown out to help take care of Mum while she recovered from gallbladder surgery. We managed to get along without any terrible incidents (how easy it is to slip back into teenage patterns!) Mum didn’t want to make the long car trip to Denver, which meant that Dad and I had an entire airport to play in.
The wheelchair is mine. The arms are not usually on it, but for cargo purposes it is best that they be affixed to the chair. I can’t push myself with the arms in place and Dad offered to be my Sherpa. Security let him through (complete with a shirt pocket filled with miniature screwdrivers and other such tools) and we wandered the terminal. We played with the “name brand” headphone display, traveled upstairs to the bar so that I could have a cigarette (this was when I was still smoking) and chatted. Dad and I never seem to have enough “Daddy-Daughter” days like this.
Right before he left me (Mum had called twice to see where he was) he snapped this picture. I look terrible in it! It is special to me because my Dad took it.
I thought I would deviate from all the pretty things that I enjoy photographing (cat snot is very pretty when the light hits it just so – not) and share a picture of me. My father took the picture below over a year and three months ago. It is in the Denver International Airport.
We had a marvelous time that day. I had flown out to help take care of Mum while she recovered from gallbladder surgery. We managed to get along without any terrible incidents (how easy it is to slip back into teenage patterns!) Mum didn’t want to make the long car trip to Denver, which meant that Dad and I had an entire airport to play in.
The wheelchair is mine. The arms are not usually on it, but for cargo purposes it is best that they be affixed to the chair. I can’t push myself with the arms in place and Dad offered to be my Sherpa. Security let him through (complete with a shirt pocket filled with miniature screwdrivers and other such tools) and we wandered the terminal. We played with the “name brand” headphone display, traveled upstairs to the bar so that I could have a cigarette (this was when I was still smoking) and chatted. Dad and I never seem to have enough “Daddy-Daughter” days like this.
Right before he left me (Mum had called twice to see where he was) he snapped this picture. I look terrible in it! It is special to me because my Dad took it.
9 responded with...:
What do you mean by saying that you look terrible in the photo? You look happy, which is the best way to look!
Stay happy!
kindred spirits- Daddy and their girl. I too am a Daddy's girl, and it never fails that my inner child comes out when we are alone. I still wonder about him and he still entertains me, but as soon as an interloper arrives, we become guarded. I guess it is these private moments the togetherness that I cherish most.
hugs to you!
loved your 'photo' post as well as the two dollar bill. just think, these two will be voting soon. great line!
see you on affirmation monday soon i hope! 'growth, a guide' also a gem! keep it up. what a joy!
loved your 'photo' post as well as the two dollar bill. just think, these two will be voting soon. great line!
see you on affirmation monday soon i hope! 'growth, a guide' also a gem! keep it up. what a joy!
I love that you have a good daddy-daughter relationship. I see joy in your face and I find that beautiful.
You look like a girl after some quality Daddy-time :)
I love the stories behind photographs, we'll never forget some.
By the way, your blog is GORGEOUS! Music, the pattern, the banner, oh my!
well i think this was not only a lovely photo,,but an even lovelier post... and by god,, you site is beautiful... just in love with it!!!!
It might be true for lots of fathers & daughters that the Dads stay in the background most of the time, so special time alone is rare. Since my Mum is now in a nursing home, I certainly spend more of my time "at home" with my Dad, and I really appreciate that time, too. ... I agree with Granny's comment, too!
A happy smile is a wonderful thing to see! And Daddy-daughter talks are the best kind. I miss my dad.
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