Tag: History

Musings

Dad

Father’s Day is always bittersweet. My father died when I was nine months old, a victim of an industrial accident where he worked in Tampa,

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Photography

Memories

Barn

One of the tasks (and pleasures) of opening a photo studio is going back through 40 years of shooting to find images that might be worthy of hanging in the gallery or offering for sale.

It also means discovering part of your past, as in this photo of a barn on the family farm shot when I was still a student at Floyd County High School. The setting sun cast an errie glow on the structure, which was filled with hay after a summer season.

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