Time to reflect

I have it on the wall. The picture I took of my father when we where hiking  in the mountains, living in our tent August 1984. He was 65 on September 30th that year. I was 35 in October. On his birthday I gave him this picture framed. He was not aware I had shot it and thus pleasantly surprised. Remember it well. He passed away 12 years ago. He will live on my wall and in my memory.