In the summer of 2006 I took my father to Ireland. He’s a Montreal-Irishman, son to that classic clan who can be seen running wild in Duddy Kravitz’s St. Urbain Street. Romantically Irish, as the Irish are, he deserved to go to the Old Country. So we packed bags and flew across the ocean. I…
Category: Photography
Backpacking Dad Tries Photography
I like to take pictures of things. I am not good at it. The first camera Emily and I owned together was purchased in 2000 for a trip to Europe. It used that newfangled Advanced Photo System film instead of the old rolls-in-tubs kind. We bought twenty rolls of Kodak Advantix film, usually with numbers…
He’ll Have the Cleanest Teeth Ever
I have a small scar on my right ankle. When I was a precocious scamp, just under two years old, I clambered my way up onto the countertop, stuck my feet into the sink, and turned on the hot water. I’ve had better ideas since then. Apparently there’s something in the DNA about climbing onto…