My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. ~~ Jim Valvano (college basketball coach and broadcaster)
I can’t do it! The quote I opened with is supposed to be sarcastic and I was going to explain my childhood and all the missteps my father took which made me the person I have become- someone who seeks love and attention and appreciation and approbation. But isn’t that what we all crave, to a certain extant? I became the class clown! People like me, or at least laugh with me! And it isn’t that my father was a bad or abusive man. He just wasn’t Cliff Huxtable. He didn’t have a clue how to deal with a kid who was inquisitive, smart in school, artistic, sensitive. And introverted. Painfully so! My father never finished high school. I finished colllege and received my Master’s degree.
My father only had eyes for my mother. Theirs is a love story to rival all others. And there, perhaps, is the problem. I was my mother’s rival for my father’s affection. Which opens up another can of worms. So let’s just put this to rest by my explaining the photos above.
I discovered a stack of 35mm slides (transparencies) stuffed in an envelope while going through some old boxes at my dad’s house. He remembers taking them sometime in the 1980’s, in Long Beach NY and Manhattan, but does not remember the camera. They had not been stored properly and had faded, were badly scratched and embedded with dust. I took them to our local Costco and had them transferred to dvd, then I processed them in Lightroom. The few that are in b & w or split tones, had no color layers left with which to play. The most difficult part of this “restoration” was removing as many of the scratches and dust spots as I could with the touch-up brush. So there you have it, the first collaboration between father and son!
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection. ~~ Sigmund Freud (founding father of psychoanalysis)
Remember, if you need a black and white fix, visit Monochromia. ~~ Joseph Giordano