Picture This

Dad loved taking pictures. At every special occasion, he would pull out the camera and have to document every moment. At Christmas, he would take a picture of everyone with a present before it was opened, a picture of them with the card, and at least three pictures of them with the opened gift. No one else wanted to take any pictures, so he used to joke that when he passed away, it would look like he wasn't a part of the family because there wouldn't be any evidence. Sadly, it's kind of true. Since his passing, Stace and I have had a blast looking through old pictures of him from his childhood. Over the next few months, I will post some of my favourites. For now, another anecdote.

Though dad liked to take pictures, he wasn't very good at it, ESPECIALLY when the newfangled digital camera came out. For some reason, he couldn't grasp the fact that he could look at the screen instead of the viewfinder. Suddenly, a simple picture turned into minutes of posing, groaning, and constant reminders to look at the screen! The screen! Not the viewfinder! Post-cancer, this little issue was further exacerbated. With his coordination problems, his hands were shaky when holding the camera out in front of him. This past June, I graduated from university and Stace and dad were there to witness the event. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and all Stace and I wanted were a couple of nice shots in front of UC (*cough* new facebook profile pics *cough*). What resulted was the following series of hilarious images:



These are the best photos I've ever seen. Thanks, dad!