|Working the fire to my will. Saving trees by burning them.|
Even just being up and around Heber, where he grew up and we spent nearly all of our time recreating, reminds me of his outdoorsy spirit and how it still resonates in my life.
|Most pictures of my dad are painted in this fashion. Fish in hand, with big smile. Perfect.|
|This proud brother of mine, boasting about his fresh catch.|
That deep of a connection is something that I'll carry with me forever.
|I'm obviously one the only one my father's passion had an effect on. We continue to carry the torch.|
I love you, Dad.
I miss you.
I just wanted to say thanks for sparking up that sense of wonder about the outdoors you love so much.
P.S. In looking for pictures of my dad to go along with this post, I am shocked and distraught at how FEW pictures I have of my dad and myself doing the things we loved most. I will fix this, and scan/copy every picture I can get my hands on, so that I may paint the mosaic of his life.