He was fond of photography.
That was an understatement.
Despite all the chores he did, despite a nagging wife forever attached to his elbow, grandchildren hanging around his neck, like so many albatrosses, he managed to fulfil his hobby.
He would carry his trustworthy sony everywhere.
To museums, holy places, family picnics, even at home, when his grandchildren walked, talked, ate , sang , he was busy filming them, That to him was the ultimate prize, to catch fleeting moments of innocence and joy , in a life full of care and strife.
That was an understatement.
Despite all the chores he did, despite a nagging wife forever attached to his elbow, grandchildren hanging around his neck, like so many albatrosses, he managed to fulfil his hobby.
He would carry his trustworthy sony everywhere.
To museums, holy places, family picnics, even at home, when his grandchildren walked, talked, ate , sang , he was busy filming them, That to him was the ultimate prize, to catch fleeting moments of innocence and joy , in a life full of care and strife.
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