I have been fortunate to find some of the photos he took over the years, and some of those have been amazing, especially photos of people, which is a rare skill. He had a good eye for composition. Perhaps I will post some of those images at a later time. In addition, my father certainly had a flair for design and a strong mechanical aptitude. He designed elegant furniture for our house when we were growing up. I recall him painting a canvas once, and I thought he was quite good. He was passionate about the repair of things. I thought he could fix anything and he approached these projects with confidence. He seemed to intuitively follow the adage, that once your material needs are met, it is time to create.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Sydney, The Creative Side
I have been fortunate to find some of the photos he took over the years, and some of those have been amazing, especially photos of people, which is a rare skill. He had a good eye for composition. Perhaps I will post some of those images at a later time. In addition, my father certainly had a flair for design and a strong mechanical aptitude. He designed elegant furniture for our house when we were growing up. I recall him painting a canvas once, and I thought he was quite good. He was passionate about the repair of things. I thought he could fix anything and he approached these projects with confidence. He seemed to intuitively follow the adage, that once your material needs are met, it is time to create.
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I have always loved this photo of him. Your description of him regarding his eye for design, his wonderful style and his need to repair things has touched my heart and while I never need reminding of how extraordinary a man he was, I'm grateful to you for posting this so his grandchildren will know.
ReplyDeleteHe also taught me many things about personal style when I was a very young woman. I wasn't allowed out without polished shoes, and a bag in very good condition. He said that it didn't matter how nice your dress was, if your shoes and bag were shabby it said everything about you. He wanted me to wear makeup. Hair done. A run in my stocking meant I wasn't leaving. He was a man of grace. To this day, I cannot leave the house unless I am put together.