Missing my father

Portrait of my father 
black marker on bond paper
7 x 9 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010

Every year this is a hard day.  My father is always in my thoughts. His birthday 
was today, and he has been gone too long.

My posts from the last couple of years on this day say it all:

"Happy Birthday to my father, who died way too young. I found an
old journal of mine talking about his love of photography, and how
he bought himself the best equipment.  I passed some of his gear
on to my older son, and to a neighbour who was studying photography
at Metro Toronto University. My father's photography is amazing and
does stand the test of time.

Girl pretending to smoke

 a chocolate cigarette

8 x 10 inches

Photo

W. W. Muir

(One of my all time favourite

photos by my father.

He worked almost

exclusively in

black and white.

Chocolate cigarettes are not

cigarettes -- just candy. And yes
you can still buy them.  They
call them candy sticks and they are

wrapped in white paper, and look
like cigarettes.)

And his art was also wonderful. I only have one piece, which is in our
front bedroom, and every time I look at it, I marvel at his talent, with
no instruction whatsoever. He read books about art, and that was that
was how he learned.  I wish he was here.  He was a complicated
man, a harsh disciplinarian in our younger years, and a staunch 
supporter of me and my art, and writing when I was starting out.

Have a loving your family day."