Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Sons and guitars.


He really wanted me to learn something about guitars, didn't he? That guitar and the Pentax that captured this moment were for the longest time his most prized possessions. The guitar is still alive somewhere in the bowels of his sprawling estate; the Pentax is now rendered obsolete by the emergence of the DSLR and the pocket-fitting digital camera. I miss both, terribly.
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