I was about 16 when I started twiddling around with photography using a basic point-and-shoot, and which was also around the same time my dad bought himself a Nikon D80. Eventually he handed it down to me because I was using it more than he was, and it’s the camera I’ve been using ever since. Later on he bought this Canon EOS 5D Mark ii, joking that he did because my mom and I “don’t know how to use it and therefore won’t borrow it.”
He passed away almost 2 years ago, and funnily enough, it has just been officially entrusted to me now.
There’s just something significant and sentimental about most of my current “tools of the trade” having been imparted unto me, directly or otherwise, by my dad. He had always been providing and supportive of my pursuing the things I love (even my Potterism!), and besides the fact that I am now the owner of this amazing camera that was once his, I think what strikes me the most is the feeling of him somehow still fueling my chosen activities, surprising and generous as he always was, from beyond the grave. Call it mawkish or even eerie, but it it gives me a sense of bittersweet, heart-swelling comfort.
Quindi grazie, papa. Ti voglio bene e mi manchi sempre, sempre.