MY LATE PAPA / 28.02.43. - 30.09.17. I've always loved this photograph of my late father - 'Papa'. When I visit my Mum, I often catch a glimpse of this image sitting on her baby grand piano. She reminded me recently that I, in fact, took that photograph - I must have been 13 or so at the time. Either way, as my mentor & teacher, I think my father would've heavily 'art directed' me. I love this image because... Papa looks handsome - I love his proud expression & exacting pose - like a 'superhero' - he was my 'hero'. I love the camera he is holding - his beloved Nikon F2, which I eventually inherited - he also taught me how to hold it just like that. I also love his manly, workman's hands. I held those hands for the very last time five years ago today. My last words to him were 'thank you'. I wish I had said that more often to him when he was still with us... On this day, on my 50th Birthday, which coincides with his passing, I reflect & celebrate this day, thankful for his teachings to live a meaningful, fulfilling life. I hope to be my daughter's 'hero' one day... I LOVE YOU & MISS YOU, PAPA. THANK YOU.