Portraits of my Father

My father always fancied himself a bit of a cowboy and he loved wearing western attire. I took this portrait of him a long time ago, way before digital and way before I thought it might be a good idea to be organized and keep track of things like the date. I love the grizzle and the bit of a playful smirk.




And this one I took of him in 2005, dementia was already taking it's toll on him and our family. I still like this one of him in his beret. I think it shows his sweet and trusting nature.