June 3, 2014
Nina Tisara, circa 1944, peeking over her dad's shoulder. Prospect Park, N.Y. Artist-photographer Tisara says, “Now the gospel I preach is to get those photos off your cameras and phones. Label them with who, what, when and where and identify the photographer!”
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Me & My Dad 2014 — Father's Day Photo Gallery
My father died in 1989. At the first wedding I photographed afterwards, my son Steven who was assisting me, nudged me aside during the Father-Daughter dance. He noticed that I was weeping and that I couldn't see to focus because of the tears in my eyes. I still miss my father. My father was a quiet man, a gentle man. I never heard him raise his voice. He worked two full time jobs when I was growing up and I didn't see him very much but somehow he managed to teach me lessons I still haven't forgotten.
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