In August of 2009 I took this photograph of my dad leaning against the gate of his garden. He worked so hard throughout his whole life, and his garden was something that he was always proud of, something that you had to take a walk through every time you came to visit. If it was harvest season, you could be sure to take home lots of fresh vegetables.
It turned out that this would be the last photograph that I could ever take of my dad. In November of that year he fell, while cleaning his chimney and died of severe injuries. This photo means so much to me because it's how I remember my dad throughout his life. I'm so glad I happened to capture him in his ZEN moment.
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