At camp, it seems that taking pictures of the scenery, the beautiful mountain and lake, not to mention the sunsets, is everyone’s choice of subject. However, a few years ago, my daughter Sydney, a fellow lover of photography, began snapping pictures of spots around camp that had rarely been photographed before. I remember looking at her pictures and thinking, “Wow. These are great. I am so glad we have a record of all this now”.
It’s funny how seeing Dad’s tools here and there, (there are so many more I could speak of), always makes me smile. Having pictures of Dad’s workshop and his tools is comforting to me. I think the tools serve as symbols of the intelligent, crafty, hardworking man my Dad is, but in all honesty, it’s not like I need pictures to remind me of that.