I truly believe he is the one who passed on the photographer's gene, with a desire to capture many of life's moments. Judging by all the old family photos we all did our part to record as many as we could. My Mom and Dad gave me my first camera when I was 13 years of age, an old box Brownie. I don't know where that went to. I think I may have one photo of me using it, but I haven't come across it yet. One of these days maybe, when I am looking for something else. I think that is how it usually works isn't it?
In the meantime, in grand family tradition, I will keep capturing as much as I can in this life. Even the simplest of things can become a treasured memory 20-30 years down the road, one that we don't always fully appreciate at the time.