My dad always made me feel secure; I love him and miss him.
I love these candid shots I got on my little Kodak with 110 film. My mom would always tell him to comb his hair or button up his shirt before a shot, but I snapped him as he was coming in from the fields or the barn on a hot summer day–sweaty, dirty, and real.
It is how I remember him.
Lovely memory.
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