My Dad is coming to visit tomorrow. He is the reason I became a photographer. I remember sitting in the darkroom with him when I was a kid and watching all the images appear as if by magic. My job was to stand on the pedal that turned the red light on. Very important stuff. I'm in a show this weekend so I'm excited he's going to be here and we can go together.
Above are images I found recently. When my sister was about a month old, my dad and mother took a month long road trip in their convertible. They just put her in a basket on the floor by my mothers feet.
That kind rocks.