When I was in high school our classrooms were overcrowded. Our textbooks were decades old. But somehow I was able to get access to an old darkroom and some 35mm film. The darkroom intrigued me. And photo assignments gave me an excuse to get outside and sneak a smoke. So, I found my dad’s old Canon AT-1 in the basement and started shooting.

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Everyone has a father. But not everyone has a dad. I am lucky enough to have a dad. More than that, I am lucky to have a great one. We’ve had disagreements. We’ve argued. But through it all, he’s taught me a lot… So, in the spirit of Father’s Day, here are a few of the lessons that I’ve picked up from my old man.
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When I was a kid, there was a train yard not too far from my dad’s office in West Springfield. He would take me there on his lunch break to watch the trains. It was a fascinating place for a six-year old.

As I got a little older, railroad tracks offered a means of transportation. I spent hours walking the tracks through Westfield, Springfield, and Holyoke. And I rode my bike along the old New Haven line that shut down years before I was born. The trains no longer ran, but there was still a clear path that cut through Westfield and Southwick. It was perfect for a curious kid to explore.

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