My father was a professional photographer - weddings, graduation, etc.
I spent those young years watching him in the darkroom but went on to other artsy forms: painting and sketching.

Strange how not even a year ago I started getting into photography at my ... erm... advanced age.
He's very proud .. and annoyed that he got rid of his good lighting equipement
before I "discovered" how much I loved the shooting of images.

This last June he came to visit and we went out taking photos together.
This image was my capture of him taking a photo of the same beach scene I had just taken.