My Dad

This tux is so . . . not really my dad. But he looks dashing the same. When I snapped four of these pictures before my brother’s wedding my dad said suspiciously and hopefully, “I thought your camera was BROKEN.” I informed him that it was but it was still taking pictures even if I couldn’t see what I was doing. My dad is not the picture taking type. He travels at his own pace, thoughtfully and kindly with an off the wall sense of humor, a silent, steady pillar wondering where did that abnormal daughter come from, anyway?