Monday, February 8, 2010

My Father, the model.

About two years ago, my dad suffered a small stroke. The main fall-out was that he lost approximately 75% of his vision. This would be a devastating loss for anyone, but for my dad, who's great passions are reading and painting (there's music, also - all of which which just goes to show that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree), it was crushing.
After the stroke, he'd go to the library and use a machine there that reads books to the visually impaired. He went there so often that when it came time to upgrade the machine, the city donated the old model to him on indefinite 'loan.'

It's a tremendous example of social services working in the way they're meant to. Recently dad was photographed for the city services calendar, and for an advertising campaign around the city. I know from experience that he's a lousy model, that he hates being photographed. The photographer seems to have done a fine job...

1 comment:

stacy said...

There are so many things I love about this. At the moment, though, the thing I love most is his Western shirt!