"She glances at a photo and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes..."
One of my Dad's cameras was given back to me this weekend...and it could not have been a better feeling to have it in my hands. Sort of like a little piece of my Dad, A part of something he loved...photography. I quickly had Bill put up a shelf up in it's honor, right beside the other camera of his that have. It helps me to feel closer to him, even for just a moment...