My love of photography began with my father’s own interest. He invested in a probably before I was even born and that is the same camera I learned on. When I was in high school it sort of became mine. I still have that camera, it sits high up in a shelf in my office. I don’t hold onto too much stuff or attach emotional value to many things but that camera has always been one item that I do and now it means even more with my father’s very recent passing. When he was in the hospital last week he talked about how he had wanted to go back up north through the notches to take pictures with his fairly new DSLR. He decided then that he wanted to pass that down to my daughter and I promised to teAch her how to use it and to take her up through Franconia and Crawford notches to take pictures. I also showed him this image that I took in February when I was working on landscapes for a class I was taking. I was so happy that this gave him a brief moment of happiness. He loved and the and would often take images of them when he was up that way. This particular image was not shot with the Minolta, but was taken with a I’m sad for him that he didn’t have the chance to go there one last time, but excited to take @._.russell up there this year for a photography adventure!