Some words of wisdom.
That's a picture of love at it's finest.
camerapapi wrote:
This image, that I treasure, is from my father and my youngest son during a conversation. My father passed away over 5 years ago at age 103 and my son is already 50 and he is a lieutenant for the City of Miami Fire Department here in South Florida.
I made the image at a local restaurant where we were having a family reunion. I was using a D70s with the 18-55 kit lens and a D600 speedlight that I bounced off from one of the walls. If I remember accurately I shot at ISO 800 cleaning the noise with Topaz Denoise in post.
A simple image full of emotional value to me.
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This image is beautiful and tells so many stories for anyone that looks at it. I wish I had more pictures of my Dad. I wish my Dad had a closer relationship with my Son before He passed away. My Son was a fireman until the middle age of 40, and you can't tell him anything, well, I can't. I'm sure He thinks I don't know anything.
Gentlemen, reading all your comments I could not avoid tears falling from my eyes. Like I am sure it happened to all of you that have lost a father I think of mine often. We both used to celebrate our birthdays the same day, which now makes it harder to celebrate.
My father only had a brief stay in primary school. His father abandoned him when he was still a child and he had no other choice than to go to the streets and sell soap and candies to bring something home to eat to his mother and sister.
He worked in a print shop in Cuba in the early thirties when he married my mother. He began to write short articles in the sport page of a local newspaper, continued to study and eventually had his diploma as a journalist. His life and the life of his family changed radically after that.
My father left Cuba when Mr. Castro took over the island and began a communist revolution. We landed in this country that now we call our own in 1962. My sisters, my brother and I got an education and we began working to help the family till we all started a family of our own. We did not abandon our parents, my younger sister stayed with them and we all visited almost on a daily basis. My mother died first, a hard blow to all of us but specially to my father after more than fifty years of marriage.
When he died we were all at his bedside. He only asked for unity in the family and that has been our primary goal. My father was lucky enough to see all of his grandchildren, all of them born here. He had a remarkable memory and he will advise us often.
Yes, I miss my father, we all do. He passed away in 1913, nine years already. Time and life go pretty fast.
Thank you gentlemen for the nice comments.
camerapapi wrote:
Gentlemen, reading all your comments I could not avoid tears falling from my eyes. Like I am sure it happened to all of you that have lost a father I think of mine often. We both used to celebrate our birthdays the same day, which now makes it harder to celebrate.
My father only had a brief stay in primary school. His father abandoned him when he was still a child and he had no other choice than to go to the streets and sell soap and candies to bring something home to eat to his mother and sister.
He worked in a print shop in Cuba in the early thirties when he married my mother. He began to write short articles in the sport page of a local newspaper, continued to study and eventually had his diploma as a journalist. His life and the life of his family changed radically after that.
My father left Cuba when Mr. Castro took over the island and began a communist revolution. We landed in this country that now we call our own in 1962. My sisters, my brother and I got an education and we began working to help the family till we all started a family of our own. We did not abandon our parents, my younger sister stayed with them and we all visited almost on a daily basis. My mother died first, a hard blow to all of us but specially to my father after more than fifty years of marriage.
When he died we were all at his bedside. He only asked for unity in the family and that has been our primary goal. My father was lucky enough to see all of his grandchildren, all of them born here. He had a remarkable memory and he will advise us often.
Yes, I miss my father, we all do. He passed away in 1913, nine years already. Time and life go pretty fast.
Thank you gentlemen for the nice comments.
Gentlemen, reading all your comments I could not a... (
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God bless You and your Family and Father. I'm sure He is proud of all of You, and He is probably enjoying memories with Mom.
AviRoad
Loc: Westchester County, NY
That's far more than just a good family photo!!
camerapapi wrote:
This image, that I treasure, is from my father and my youngest son during a conversation. My father passed away over 5 years ago at age 103 and my son is already 50 and he is a lieutenant for the City of Miami Fire Department here in South Florida.
I made the image at a local restaurant where we were having a family reunion. I was using a D70s with the 18-55 kit lens and a D600 speedlight that I bounced off from one of the walls. If I remember accurately I shot at ISO 800 cleaning the noise with Topaz Denoise in post.
A simple image full of emotional value to me.
This image, that I treasure, is from my father and... (
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Wonderfully captured, to be cherished.
I am so happy you have this photo to look back upon. It does tell many stories and offers lessons to be learned.
And - you know what impresses me equally, are the loving comments from UHHers. Thank you for sharing the picture and family story.
Sylvias
Loc: North Yorkshire England
A wonderful memory and great shot William.
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