Happy Birthday from the Admiral's Daughter
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Having photography and National Geographic magazines all over the house as a kid gave me a sense that the world was immense, curious, to be explored minutely, and caused me swear I’d work for National Geographic one day. My first major memory of being alone with my dad was in his dark room (aka the bathroom in the foyer), agitating developer, stop and fix, “helping” the way mom might let you stir the brownie batter.
I uploaded some more of his photos (of me ahah) because I’m sentimental.
He’s out taking photos somewhere near or around Avila Beach, California, today. My dad likes to do his thing. When not taking pictures he cooks amazing food, visits wineries, shoots from the hip, and hikes. Back in the day he was a fighter pilot (he’s on wikipedia’s page about the A-6 Intruder) but he’s been known to stop the car to help a turtle out of the road. I’m way too old to keep up with him, though I’m still a fine shot, just like Daddy taught me.
wow, you look the same!
haha you think so? thanks!
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