|an empty carousel, now one of 32.
|My dad seemed to really enjoy taking pictures of waterfalls, sunsets, and mountain views. I wonder if he ever asked himself 'who will see these pictures in years to come?' He and I shared the love of photographing flowers, and I saved them in a separate box. This has made me re-think the pictures that I do take, and to delete them as I load them onto my digital picture program. This is the discard pile, and I have taken many photos of this pile, as I think it would make great Spoonflower fabric. Another way to keep them, without keeping them.
|and then I started taking photos of things that remind me of him from his tool box. I reflect. I remember. This phrase keeps coming to mind "what we keep, to remind us who we are."
|I may not keep all of these things physically, but I have a record of them in photographs
|These are from his shoe shining kit. I wonder how old the Esquire Rubgum is?
|His pancake flipper, measuring tape, scissors, old screwdriver, box of nails, and the ice pick with the red handle. Who knows, these collections may end up in a series of art quilts some day...as the 'what we keep' series.
|and then there is this...tears immediately flooded my cheeks. My dad played catch with me and I used his glove when I first began to play baseball.