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My dad passed away last night after a full 94 years of life. This is a photo I took of a photo I found in a family album when I visited last October. My guess was that he was in his 30's when it was originally taken. I will scan this and the other photos in the many family albums and share them with my own children in the next couple of years. (It's going to be a long project due to the many albums.)
Herbert H. Bryne Jr. was loved and respected. He was the type of person who, as long as he was physically able, went out to help others. He was a fine father, husband, and community member. He will be missed, not forgotten.
Next week I will be traveling to Maine to do what is needed. I may be off-line at that time. His leaving has been a gradual process. While I am sad that he is gone, I have been prepared for the inevitable.
Thank you in advance for your expressions of concern.
Namaste.
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ODC Saints or Sinners.
Well I think my Dad would be the first to admit to having been a bit of both.
His 90th birthday today and we all went out for a celebratory meal then returned home for cake, sparklers, and believe it or not, cups of tea lol! Have loads of photo's to wade through but just too tired to look tonight.
Agfa camera (maybe an Agfa Ambi Silette)
Kodachrome
This is my dad in his apartment in Hochheim, Germany. Looking sharp! :)
Images I took of my parents last spring... dad always does what I ask, but for the first time my mom was totally into it. :)
hope you all have a wonderful Easter weekend...
Chernivtsi, Ukraine.
SLR Camera: Fujica STX-1
Lens: X-Fujinon EBC 50mm f1.6
Film: Agfa Vista 100 (expired in 2008) - was exposed as 50 ISO
Filter: Hoya UV(0)
To see the pictures taken with this camera click here.
Thank you for your comments and Fav's.
No hike is complete without stopping for a bite afterward, This time we stopped here, at Dad's. The owner was chef at a 3 star Michelin restaurant before deciding to open this tiny operation, enabling him to spend more time with his family. The menu is limited, but the selections are interesting. And tasty. If you're in the area it is worth stopping in for lunch.
shot by mom.
Don't be a dick, do not use or blog, without my permission. All my images are registered with the US Copyright Office and protected internationally through the Berne Convention.
Please do not ask me to join groups unless I know you.
male blackbird, (turdus merula) keeping a watchfull eye on one of its fledgelings. who left the nest to early due to that damn cat prowling about my garden near the nest. which was in the ivy covering the fence,hawick, scottish borders, scotland.
My Dad passed away December 6th. I am pretty sad but on the next morning I headed to the airport around sunrise. I stopped, sat awhile, cried a bit and had a little private time. Dad loved his Arizona so these photos are for him. He never saw any of my public photos but I would like to think he might have liked some of them.
Dad was born on this day, October 29, in 1912. This photo might have been taken on his 50th birthday in 1962, If not on the day, it would have been close to it. Dad was the grower (greenhouse guy) on the nursery, and we were living in a little cottage opposite this greenhouse. It was probably my mother who took the photo, but there is slight possibility that it was I.
©AnviclcloudPhotography
Just minding my own business at the Farmer's market in Lismore when this dad and son lined up for a burger. Being a dad myself, I know it's the simple stuff is what makes it so special.
Dad came over, and actually brought an orchid for me to photograph. He said he'd like a 5x7.
That's never happened before!
So, I took about a dozen shots and put them on the computer. He chose this one.
Off to Staples for the print!
This is a still from 'Popa Pete's Pot', a poetry film collaboration with Diane Blomfield. It is a surreal and good humoured portrait of her elderly Dad. His extremely successful gardening skills result in his home and garden being overwhelmed by a glut of tomatoes.
dad, over the past couple of months, has taken a turn for the worst... he is much less lucid and his test scores fell from 14 to 10 in just 6 months which is alarming... consequently, he has been much more depressed... he actually called me the other day... very unusual... he told me he thought he was dying... it was really sad...
initially while ann was in town, we took dad in for a brain MRI and a fairly complete lab work up... everything was normal... meds were adjusted... nothing... today i took dad to a neurologist, 5 hours of testing... hopefully something fixable will show up... again the meds were adjusted... we go back in a month to review the results...
tomorrow a psychologist will visit my parents at home to assess my dad... her opinion is sure to be interesting...
and last monday, my dad spent his first 5 hour day at this wonderful adult day services center which specializes in folks with dementia... v&i visited the place a few weeks ago... it is simply fantastic... exercise... good lunches with desserts (big selling point for dad)... discussion groups... bingo... sing-a-longs... dances... AND everyone is blissfully happy... all the time... its an amazing environment...
so the thought is that dad will use his brain more and be less depressed if he spends some time at the center... it was really tough talking him into going the first time... i pretty much had to drag him there... he brightened up when everyone knew his name and said hello to him... but apparently that didn't last... he spent the rest of the day telling his fellow "campers" that all of their brains were shot and nothing could fix them... did i mention depression... he also told me he would never go back...
the next morning, he complained until we got to the center (by complain i mean he cussed like a sailor all the way to the center)... it was fat tuesday so it was mardi gras day... when i picked up dad, he was wearing the mardi gras bowler and beads... and he was dancing like fred astaire... he was all smiles... one of the workers gave dad a big kiss on his cheek on the way out... so even more smiles... he was disappointed that we don't go back until friday...
Today, my father passed away, just two days before his ninety-third birthday. I told my sister that one advantage to being obsessed with photography is that I put several collages together in just a few minutes. This is the one my wife, Janice liked best.
The latest photo in the collage is the one on the bottom right. Dad died under the care of his grandson, Andrew, and his wife, Emily, in their home. Emily is a hospice nurse. The children in the photo are Dad's great-grandchildren. In the few days he stayed at their home, Dad was unconscious most of the time. Andrew took this image during one of Dad's lucid moments.
It is totally appropriate for me to visit my dad's shed on a Saturday afternoon - since hanging out here is one of the lovely memories I have from childhood. Quite a few changes as the shed has been upgraded since my dads retirement.. but some things are the same.
BTW the models that I made as an architecture student and tried to throw out are all decaying gracefully(???) in the top of the shed- I have faintly indicated 3 of them in this sketch.
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This is part of the Everyday in May challenge - drawing something every day
in May. A group of us thought it would be fun to do a Everyday Matters (EDM)
challenge each day using EDM 1-31. The list is here
The Group
Alissa flickr
Wendy (QuirkyArtist) flickr or blog
Jennifer Blog flickr
TravellingSueP blog
Deborah blog
Margaret blog
Anna blog
Marthann blog
Yasemin blog
Carol blog
Matthew flickr
Johanna blog
Sandra blog
Tyanne flickr
PrettyArtyBuildings blog
Maureen flickr
AJoyfulmoc flickr
LuxdLux flickr
Claire blog
Janene blog
This is a view of my dad's place in Halifax. The pond is our swimming pool made by Mother Nature, doesn't require a heater or chlorine. As a child I spent more time swimming and fishing in my backyard than most people do in a life time
Coming over for a few " Swan Snacks " / " approved food " , and they like it a lot !!!! Dad has also got a feather on his beak :)))
Optically , not sure where ripples went behind him !!! , but an as was out of camera , apart from a slight crop .
On the Trent & Mersey Canal , where else ??