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|Today would have been my father's 84th birthday. He passed away in 1999 when I was pregnant with my 3rd son. One of his favorite pastimes was fishing. He loved being on the water, rod and reel in hand, just sitting there waiting for something to come along and bite. Sometimes he would sit on the shore of one of the local lakes or ponds with just a cane pole, passing the time. Thinking back, we never ate a whole lot of fish, so I don't think Daddy every really kept any of the ones he caught. He just like to spend time outside. He told me once that fishing was his "church." I never realized what a profound statement that was until much later in life.|
As I drove across a lake today, I saw several sailboats out on the water. Of course, being me, I had to stop for a minute to see if I could get a picture of one. Only two were really in a place where I thought I could capture them, so I parked the car, walked to the water's edge, and waited. They came around, first one then the other, drifting in the water. The first one was really too far away for my lens. The second one, however, was much closer so I kept watching for it to be in a spot where the background wasn't so bad. While waiting, I thought about what Daddy had said...fishing is his church. I realized at that moment, while standing there waiting for a shot to come in range, that my little photography hobby is MY church. My time alone outside. My time to think, to reflect, to do something I truly enjoy, even if it's not worthy of a gallery or even public viewing at all. All of a sudden it made sense. And, at that moment, the sailboat moved into the sun's reflection as it danced on the water. I think Daddy might have had something to do with it, but however it happened, I was glad.
Happy birthday, Daddy. You are missed.
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