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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
I visited in last few days my parents because my dad celebrated 75!
I took this photo, as he looked together with my mother photos of his mother.
My dad could do a variety of things. But one unique ability
he had was to turn a sunny summer day meant for swimming, fishing or goofing off into a day of sweaty labor with lots of dust, itchiness and sore muscles by simply saying it was time to bale hay. This scene doesn't look too serious though as a lightweight conveyor and a half load of bales suggest characteristics of a hobby farmer.
Dad and Pam ( I'm guessing, taken about 1945)
Over Christmas Dad spent a fair bit of time scanning old family photos...I'm now reaping the benefits of his work, as I have a wonderful archive of old family photos from his childhood.
Some of them are just beautiful, I thought I'd share them.
When I took this photo my father thought the barn above was better. So, this one is for him. Godspeed, Dad.
My Dad (1921-2001) 1923. I lost my father just over eighteen years ago and my memories of him are mostly when he was middle aged and as he got old and those that remembered him as a child have all been gone a very long time now. The only two people people that I ever met that remember his youth were one of his cousins that was around the same age and a great Aunt that lived close a hundred that I met only once when I was 19. RIP Dad.
Everything seems calm at the Kestrel nest - that is - until Mom or Dad shows up with some goody to eat. Then all the chicks start screaming and trying to position themselves to be the one to grab that mouthful of food. June 2025
As a member of the fraternal order of the Elks, part of their memorial ritual involves placing a sprig of ivy on the vessel containing the remains of the member who has passed. I was given a sprig of Dad's ivy to keep.
Dad talks to everyone which sometimes affords me some good photographs. Dad asked this guy where he lived and he replied, "Right here." He was a very nice man.
My Dad through very meager times always reached out and held my hand. A. Lorne Banfield (1917 - 2004). A Lance Corporal during War Time but a Grand Banks Dory Cod Fisherman to start his life. Orphaned at 8 the children were dispersed and he ended up in Garnish Newfoundland with a caring Uncle. Poverty and struggle was just a part of life in Rural NL. So many stores he passed along. He lost his brother at sea hit by the boom of their sailing ship. Just one story stands out with humor for me is that everything was rationed for food after what could be sold for salted meat. He always volunteered to milk the cows. He discovered he could have a great morning drink by using a field straw and not break the cream on the top of the bucket so no one was the wiser.
Image of mine shot on Ilford 100 using my Pentax K1000 or the ME Super with standard 50 mm lens. Been a long time so can't remember which body. I was at college studying basic photography and this was an subject study shot.
Other than trying to bring down the washed out highlights and removing some dust spots I tried to leave the photo alone. Damn, I wanted to do some cropping...
Dad and our Volvo PV 544 in 1970 or 1971. Scan from print.
The shadow on the left side belongs to a four/five year child who happens to be me.
This is most likely some Instamatic 126-format stuff from a mother’s camera, a granmother’s camera, a wife’s camera, an aunt’s camera or maybe a mother in law’s camera.
But hey! Hail to the consumer grade photographing women at the time. They made sure we still have pictures from this time period. The men in our family got their fancy and expensive SLRs but rarely used them.
Dad, I thought just landing on this thing was good enough!
Son, we haven't even started-gonna be a long day!
Artist: Sandra Djurbuzovic
Dad and child
33 x 48,8 cm i 24,4 x 33 cm
Fabriano papеr 300 g/m2
November 2025
Unfortunately I was not able to photograph my Dad's hands as I had done with my Mother. I took this with my iPhone while visiting him in hospice. These hands saw more than eight decades. They are the hands of of a teacher, gardener, artist, librarian, and most importantly Father. So much love was exchanged through these hands.
EXPLORE 246 on Monday, December 9, 2024
My first portrait, my dad :) I have also been very creative, here are a few of the ones have been painting :)
Crazy Tuesday: Childhood memories
My dad played the fiddle, and sometimes, when I was little, I would go into the room where he practiced and dance.
I've included trees, since we lived in the country, and a dog, since we always had one. (And a cat. And a bird.)
DIORAMA ELEMENTS
Dad and daughter: Playmobil
Wall and window: White foamboard with plastic window from product packaging, plus strips of lace curtain
Dog and plant: Dollar store
Carpet: Crafting paper
Outdoors: Green felt, blue rubber mat, H0-scale model railway trees
We are celebrating my dad’s 82nd birthday!
Justin and my dad are the two most important men in my life! My dad just passed his drivers test again! Congrats dad! (My dad has Macular Degeneration)
Butterfly on Camellia flower (2)
A few photos back is another photo of this butterfly. My parents were here this past week and this was my Dad's favourite of the 4 shots I took.
I pulled my camera out to take a picture and he started jumping up and down waving his arms around thinking the camera would make him all blurry... You thought wrong dad. X)
My mom asked me if I wanted this picture of my dad that she found...I gasped, saying, "Don't you want it???" Mom is the type who keeps nothing, and pictures like this remind her of times she misses with my father. He died 7 years ago. I miss him badly, badly, badly. I adored him.
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had to check on things at the folks house before mom returns. I coudn't go in this room for a long time after dad passed away. This was his space for paying bills, doing paperwork and most of all his love of scrapbooking in the last years. If he wasnt doing something with my mom - he was in this room.
its still hard for me to go in.
What started as headshots for Ben’s comedy night quickly turned into something else when boredom set in and his kids took over. Surrounded by his daughters’ hands, Ben closes his eyes—playful chaos pressing in from all sides.
As the only man in a house with a wife and four girls, the expression says everything. What looks like an attack is really affection: loud, overwhelming, and full of love. Keep going, Ben—they love you deep down.