In Memory..

Usually around this time of year, my mother reminds me of the passing of my father. Sometimes we kind of just look at each other, share a memory and silence then keep moving forward. This year is so different now and something I will from now on have to get used to. My mother not being here though funny thing, this morning I could swear I heard her voice. I felt myself drifting into a deep sleep yet before that I knew that soon I'd be hearing the alarm go off so I could get up early for work. Instead of the alarm, when I sank into that very restful/peaceful type of sleep to where it felt as if all air had been released from my body, that's when I heard my mother's voice. "Anthony?" And then it was like I jumped up; wide awake I turned off the alarm ten minutes before it was due to sound off. So, all day today in between being focused on work, I thought about my parents and promised myself I'd do a little tribute to my father before the night was over. One of many things we shared in common besides our love for the highway, blues music, guitar, and Pittsburg Texas Hotlinks, is the love for photography. I developed the love and passion for it not too long ago but I was always aware of my father's love for capturing images the old fashion way with film and actually developing it inside his personal dark room he created in the closet. Amazing how things have changed when I can simply sit here at the computer and make magic with the images. I recently found myself re-discovering photographs that were taken by my father. Some have faded over the years but I tried my best to fix the images and keep them for myself on my computer. A few of these images I showcased in the video as a tribute and to say "miss you dad.." The years seem to fly by when someone is no longer around...