P.A.G.P.

R.I.P.

1935-2011

This is one of my favourite photographs of my father. I know it's not a particularly good photo, but it was a fun day. Whenever I see it, I remember him wandering around the fairgrounds and watching the work horses. For a few brief minutes, it was as if he'd been transported back to the early '40s when he was a boy on a farm in south-eastern Saskatchewan.

I'll miss him.