thank you for the music

my dad has been playing the guitar for as long as i remember. 

i can vividly remember being maybe only three or four years old and my dad playing folsom prison blues.  that first guitar lick.   i always associate it with my dad.

my dad never had any formal guitar training.  his dad taught him to play one song as a young boy and my dad took it from there.  practicing along to his favorite artists.  learning from the masters.

when i got older, my dad played guitar at mass.  i swear half of the scripture i know is from our church’s old glory & praise song books.  in so many ways, my dad’s guitar was the background music to my life. 

my dad and i talked alot about music on our recent trip to missouri.  and if you think about it, it’s not a long stretch from music to photography.  both being a desire to express something in your heart.  both a lifelong journey – learning and growing as an artist.

i love that my dad is a self-taught musician.  i love that he has never stopped playing. i love that his pursuit of his art gave me permission to pursue mine.

happy birthday daddy!  thank you for the music.