Dadposting

My dad died when I was still little, so while I do remember him, it's in a very limited way. There are, though, quite a few interesting pictures of him to look at.

On the tube.

He had a famous big leather jacket that he wore a lot, and, always, long hair dangling down in one pin-straight swoop. He also had a thing for bandanas, and Harley-Davidson merchandise. Father and I would wear matching Harley-Davidson bandanas together on occasion when I was a baby. Supreme fun.

Of course, many of these pictures involve me. After all, I was a charming little child at the time. Who can resist a new photo featuring the dazzling, cherubic infant? 

I love the insane, bug-eyed expression that newborns get sometimes. They are gorgeous little aliens. We have to help them. They need milk. I love this photo. Out-of-focus, barely living baby just taking it as it comes, and this man, head on a trenchcoat. Just new baby stuff.

In this one, I like my expressionless look. That's a baby taking it in, and not knowing what 'it' is. A beautiful lack of comprehension, contrasted with that knowing smile. "I have the baby", my dad is thinking, perhaps evilly.

And finally, here are some solo dad pictures. A pose with a cool bike (note the bandana - fandom membership confirmed!), and an underexpoxed kitchen shot.

If there was one thing that was definitely true about my dad, and that I am not making up, it was that he loved to be by the milk.