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It may have been a day, just like any other - early fall, the air crisp, foliage colorful, the park filled with love and movement.

As Dad found his spot and setup his easel, there in front of him rolled by carriage after carriage against a brilliant backdrop of trees and the majestic city skyline.

It was a Sunday. I was just 5 years old, he was 42.

As an artist, Dad loved the city so much because it was his endless model - always there, always ready, forever gleaming with pride and inspiration. He respected that, and accepted its invitation. Whether painting or drawing he took it all in and immortalized the moment.

On this beautiful day he saw, felt and reflected on a Park Ride. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes