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Today is my father's birthday! ... a few memories: ![]() Dad and I on the beach, Seattle, 1983 ![]() Dad and Mom, 1984 ![]() Dad and I on Sinclair Island, 1988 ![]() Drawing on Sinclair Island, 1989 ![]() Dad and moth, Sinclair Island, 1989 ![]() Naomi, Dad, and Naomi, Sinclair Island, 1989 ![]() Arranging a picnic (barbequed clams on the half-shell, gathered that day), Sinclair Island, 1990 ![]() Dad and I in Seaside, Oregon, 1991 ![]() Me, Dad, and Gael in Seaside, Oregon, 1991 ![]() Dad in his studio, Anacortes, WA, 1993 ![]() He gave me this painting on my 16th birthday, 1996 ![]() At work in Antwerp, Belgium, 1997 ![]() As a cyborg in Antwerp, Belgium, 1997 ![]() Dad and Gael, Antwerp, Belgium, 1997 ![]() Annick and Dad, Antwerp, Belgium, 1997 ![]() Dad took this photo of me in Antwerp, Belgium, 1997 ![]() Dad, Me, and Gael, Anacortes, 1997 ![]() ![]() Dad and I, Anacortes, 1998 ![]() Benicassim festival pass photo, Barcelona, Spain, 2001 ![]() At a friend's wedding, Anacortes, 2002 ![]() Dad and I dancing at my wedding, Port Townsend, 2002 ![]() Saying goodbye to Dad before moving to London, 2002 ![]() Dad and Macsen, returning to Sinclair Island, 2003 ![]() At Seattle Central Library, 2004 I love you, Dad! |
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I like this a lot. Not just for the insight to your dad. Great guy as he seems to be. But also for the insight into you, over the years. * How many of these did you take? * Who's the other Naomi? (In the dinghy, "Naomi, Dad, and Naomi, Sinclair Island, 1989") * His photo of you in 1997 is wonderful. Anyway... all of these go into the folder of your stuff I particularly like. (my own dad died when i was seven. i have only one photo of him, from an old passport) Let's see, first most of these were taken by my step-mom, Gael. The ones I took were the Antwerp photos (which came out over-exposed, sadly), the one of him at a friend's wedding, in the car, and going back to Sinclair. Here are some freaky self-portraits he took of himself years ago. The other Naomi was a girl I became friends with "in town". She was very sweet and shy, but unfortunately had an abusive father. One day social services took her away to a foster family and I never saw her again. I still often think about her and hope that she is happier now. 1997 was wonderful. One of the happiest years of my life, experiencing Europe for the first time. I am sorry to hear of your own father passing away. Do you remember very much about him? I can't even think about my own father passing away. |