Whilst pulling files for another blog, my cursor landed on a family portrait that I took a few years ago. My sister, her husband and babies and I went out to ‘Papa’s’ house for Easter that year. At the time, Dad and his wife lived approx 3 hours west of Brisbane at a place called Karara. Our father, who is no longer with us was relatively fit and healthy at the time. It never occurred to me how special his portrait would be. Making it even more special is that my Dad is with his youngest grandchild.
It never ceases to amaze me the power of the family portrait.