for Papa

today, August 2nd is my dad’s birthday. he died what seems like ages ago and contrary to the too-often heard “I loved him or her” when refering to a close deceased person, i can’t for the life of me understand why that love would stop with that person’s life.
that wasn’t a rant, it’s just my way of saying nothing’s changed so, here’s an image for him. i don’t remember him being particularly fond of flies or bugs in general but he was really keen on photography and as such might like it. happy birthday dad.