Dad is picturesque. He smokes too much and he never shaves and he leaves it too long between haircuts. He's busy and apparently doesn't have the time to change out of the cardigan that he has worn since I was born.
But I love to take his picture.
He has these deep wrinkles in his face that fit with the stories he tells me about his glory days and how much he used to laugh. He makes me laugh so much that my face will be wrinkled all over just like his.
I love him to bits and I would love to give him an LC-A so that he can see himself the way that I see him.