My Dad
Certainly not in any effort to be out-done (click here), this is a picture I took of my dad in 2007 while we were romping around in the American Southwest. We were at a particularly amazing place called South Coyote Buttes where thousands (if not millions) of years of sand and wind and water have created spectacular rock formations. At the above link my Dad gave me an internet 'shout-out,' whatever that means these days with the countless numbers of blogs out there.
So I guess its my turn. My dad is a photographer among many other things. I remember he used to have this book (he might still have it!) about photography, and it was an old book. It had all these diagrams, about aperture and focal length and the physics behind the first camera and lenses, etc. I didn't really understand it, but it fascinated me. I wanted whatever was in that book. As the story goes, my dad was the one to really put a camera in my hands for the first time, at least with the intention being a photographer. My first escapade with photography was in 2002 when my family went to Yellowstone National Park for a couple of days. I used an old 35mm film camera with manual exposure and a 50mm f/1.8. I wonder if I still have those negatives around somewhere. Our photography has come a long way in those days, but I wouldn't be the photographer (or even the man) I am today without the influence my dad has had on me.
So here's to you, Dad. Let's go shooting next time I'm in Tyler.
Wes
