Gentoo penguins emerge from the water in the lagoon of Deception Island, Antarctica.
SUMMIT COUNTY — My passion for photography, skiing and travel were all sparked by my dad, who passed away last week. I was always eager to share my latest shots with him, and he did the same, often e-mailing pictures of dolphins he photographed in the Gulf of Mexico as soon as he could get home and upload them. We shared legendary road trips, counting tunnels on the Mediterranean coast highway between Genoa and Nice, plowing through deep powder on twisty mountain roads in Austria in our rear-wheel drive Chevy and listening to the Charlie Daniels Band and Roberta Flack on a non-stop run between Newark and Port Charlotte, Florida so many years ago.
He never hesitated to take us out of school a few days early for a journey, and even if he never verbalized it, it was clear that he considered life experiences to be equally as important as academic achievement. And when he gave me an old Asahi Pentax Spotmatic as my first SLR camera, I knew I had found something that I would cherish for life — the ability to capture some of those experiences visually and relive them in slideshows and photo albums. The technology has changed, but the idea remains the same.
Among many other things, my dad introduced me to the joys of a good espresso and taught me this saying, which explains the standard by which Italians judge their coffee. A good espresso must be: Nero, come la notte; caldo, come l’inferno; forte, come Il diavolo, et dolce, come l’amore. In translation: Espresso should be black as night, hot as hell, strong as the devil and sweet as love!
It wasn't until I had a son that I realized why my dad put so much time and energy into showing us the great outdoors. What could be a more precious gift? On this lazy summer day, Dylan and I lingered for several hours in this old evergreen along Oro Grande Road, just talking and enjoying the view of Summit County.
I shot and processed many — probably hundreds — of rolls of black and white film before moving on to slide film.
He taught me how to look closely at things.
What could be better than combining skiing and photography? Both were gifts from my dad.
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