Yom Kippur Morning 5777: 1…2…3…Smile!
My father loves photography. He would lug out his 35 millimeter camera and insist on taking pictures of my mom and me on vacations, hikes, even sometimes just going out to lunch. Now that he has a DSLR, it’s even worse; Emily and I joke that we have to build dad’s camera time into our activities due to the number of times he asks us to stop in front of this or that tree, bridge, flower, sunset … you get the idea.