1) He went on the internet. This is no small feat. He doesn't even own a computer. He just recently got a cell phone. But don't tell anyone I told you since it's a secret. He doesn't want anyone to call him.
2) He found my blog. I'm not sure he knows how to "surf" so I'm sure this step required assistance, likely from my mom. Coincidentally, he absolutely can surf, but likely can't "surf" if you know what I mean.
3) He turned slides into JPEGS. Okay, at this point I'm shocked. I have no clue how one would go about turning slides into JPEGs. Or how one would go about removing an abundance of Sharpie off off one's walls, but that's beside the point.
4) He did all this for me. Me. Still his little girl so many years later. **sniff sniff**
He adored photography long before I was a twinkle in Crazyland. He practiced. And in the end I have amazing images my childhood with no vintage actions required. The kind of stuff that I hope to capture of my own children.
A favorite of his and mine from decades ago. Circa the stone age and pre-invention of the D in DSLR.
Yes, that is me up on top. On top of our home. Starting at 4 years old, I rode on the roof rack for hours and hours as we traveled around. My father, who is also Papa, says they were never going above 15 miles per hour because it just wasn't possible to drive any faster on those roads back then. So surely that's safe. And seeing as how we weren't on U.S. soil there were far less (any?) authority figures to monitor public safety.
Where are the seat belts? Where are the airbags? Where is the car seat complete with 5-point harness and sippy cup holder? Where is the supervision?
I remember being in bliss up there. Hours with the wind in my hair (who cares about bugs in your teeth when your little anyway) and never getting bored.
I love this photo more than anything. I love the plaid curtains in the windows I love the desert. I love the bit of panning in the motion. I love that yellow stripe that assured me way back then that I was at the right VW bus. I loved riding up there on the roof rack. I really did.
I'm considering having it blown up big on canvas.