This post is dedicated to my dad and Bus Driver Jim.
These two have a lot in common; they are both wicked smart and love techie kinds of things. They have both also saved my tuchas in many a varied situation, but that is a different post altogether. Today's point: Bus Driver Jim recently shared his photo-enhancing abilities with Dave and I . I sent him this picture,
a picture that my dad took a long time ago when he was a guide on the Boundary Waters (insert link to Jim’s awesome map site, PinPoint). What I remember from the story my dad told me about the picture is more of a feeling and an experience rather than the details. It was a time when he was young and strong and working outdoors. He had a canoe and boots and food in tins and more food dehydrated in baggies. To hear a story like this told from the lips of my father and to see his face change back into that hard-working youngster, well, it struck me to say the least. It showed me a part of him that is exactly like a part of me - the part that loves being outside in the quiet stillness of a morning and the gratitude and specialness you feel when an animal shows itself to you in the low, low light. I'm Really Happy it happened to my dad at that time and in that place. And I wish for everyone in the world to experience fully that awesome connection of human and nature at least once, and to remember it well.
I might share the photo when it is done, but it might not be until after Father's Day because this was my idea: to clear up the light and contrast of the deer, then make the photo slightly larger and framed and give it to my dad on Father's Day. Because I love him. And I love that he had this experience. And I will never look at a deer in the waning light and not think of my dad for the rest of my sweet little life.
Here is actually one of my favorite pictures of my dad. It makes me feel good and loved to look at this one too: