Thinking of my Dad “Buster” today. He was incredibly supportive in the early days when the thought of my being a professional was a far off dream and unlikely to happen according to some I admired. I realize more and more now how much of a difference he made in my life.
During my late teens, he drove me to the Canadian Rockies where this portrait was made of us. 15 years later National Geographic Magazine sent me back there on an assignment.