So, my priorities have been with him and not with photography. Photography for me has been a way to cope with my dad's vision loss. Dad and I share the same interests so while I photograph things that are close to my heart, they are close to my dad's heart, too: wolves, trains, nature, conservation, deer, shelter animals...all things that honor my dad. I then call my dad and describe the experience and the images so he can "see" them and "live" them through my descriptions.
I get my creativity from my dad. He used to build elaborate train layouts. He'd create mountains from scratch and would spend arduous hours painting miniatures to place in towns along the train route. He would purposely weather buildings to make them look authentic. My dad's train layouts were a marvel. The funny thing is, he'd never admit he has artistic talent. He'd humbly dismiss his layout creations as not artistic and then go on to say I must have gotten my talent from my aunt.
It's been difficult watching him lose the ability to create. He's been frustrated and depressed because he is unable to do things he used to love. But, he has not lost the sense of who he is. He still pulls pranks and jokes all the time. He's a master of wit. His mind is sharp and he comes up with some zingers.
So, readers, please bear with me. My posts will be infrequent until my dad is back home again.