I am one of the lucky ones. My father has always been there for me, and he is a large reason I am who I am. He is the reason I always push my chair in with my meals, I sit up straight, I have a very strong hand shake, and most importantly, he is the reason why I hold such a strong respect for myself as well as others. My father always nutured me as a photographer. When I was thirteen, I received my first SLR, a Minolta X700, and my first flash, a Sunpak (that I still use today). I vividly remember sitting on the floor of my parent’s bedroom next to the huge maroon leather chair as I opened up my camera and supplies.
Throughout high school, my father and I would take a trip during Spring Break. After each trip I would hand him between 10 – 15 rolls to develop and he never questioned why I took so many pictures. Well he may have questioned it, but he always got everything processed for me. :)
My father has always supported me in all of my endeavors, even those he never fully understood.
I am a very lucky daughter.
Happy Father’s Day!