There was a miracle on Lake St. this year. The second try was a charm and the infrequent hazy conditions of Southern California happened to cooperate with us. I can't say as much for my father. Hee hee. Luckily we got this done without anyone committing an act of violence on the photographer. Turns out the hardest picture to take is the one I am supposed to be in. It's not perfect....but it's mine!
Oh...and here is my father seeking penance for his less than positive and unenthusiastic attitude about family pictures. Excessive minimalization is being utilized in said description of my father's disposition just prior to this image being snapped. I am not sure forgiveness has been granted yet.
