Got a call last night from my Mother. My pop, John (or sometimes Juan) passed away. He showed up out of the blue on Saturday night, asking to crash at my house. And stayed until yesterday morning. He was excited to get home to see mom and work on his greenhouse. All the KU’s and Carr’s are headed to Yachats today to figure out what do do next. I dont have a fucking clue what that is.
Much like myself, my father was always the one behind the camera. So photos of him are kind of rare. That beings said, William, Cole, Pop and myself went fishing on Sunday. Very much out of the blue. It must have been 20 years since the last time I fished with my dad. I took this photo of him and Cole siting in the sun. An activity that in recent years he has become very fond of. This is the last photo I have take of my father.
