On March 16th, 2009 my father passed away after a long battle with cancer. He was a photographer in the Army, a poet, a pilot and always an adventurous spirit. He was also one of my biggest fans.
My favorite childhood memories are driving around the scorching hot desert in his VW bus and him posing us on dilapidated adobe ruins and at various desert landscapes. All of which we thought were useless ugly backgrounds at the time. I took the photo above 4 years ago after he was given 6 months to a year to live. He always tried to see the good in everything and loved to talk. He surrounded himself with a cast of characters, was always investigating new interests and really loved life. Rest in Peace, Dad. You will be missed.
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