Miss You, Dad

In August of 2009 I took this photograph of my dad leaning against the gate
of his garden. He worked so hard throughout his whole life, and his garden was
something that he was always proud of, something that you had to take a walk
through every time you came to visit. If it was harvest season, you could be
sure to take home lots of fresh vegetables.

It turned out that this would
be the last photograph that I could ever take of my dad. In November of that
year he fell, while cleaning his chimney and died of severe injuries. This
photo means so much to me because it’s how I remember my dad throughout his
life. I’m so glad I happened to capture him in his ZEN