My Dad, the Welder

My dad is a welder by trade, and a super handy guy. When I was a kid, he would ask me to give him a hand fixing and building stuff around the house, from simple things like holding a flashlight for him while he worked on an engine, to complex skills like plumbing my treehouse (yeah, I had running water in my treehouse!). Unfortunately, I was always a lot more interested in playing Nintendo than I was in helping, and didn't pick up many of the skills that he tried to pass on to me. The good news is that, in the age of Google and instructional YouTube videos, I'm mostly able to scrape by when something simple around the house needs fixing. But when it comes to welding, the skill that my dad built his career on, I'm almost totally inexperienced, and maybe also a little bit terrified of burning the hell out of myself with molten steel. Dad (1 of 4)

Dad (2 of 4)

Thankfully, when I needed to build a metal gate and a handrail for our sideward, my dad offered to come down to Arroyo Grande to help. I doubt that he would have guessed the payment for his help was going to be a portrait session.

(In the interest of full disclosure, he also got his own room with a super comfortable bed to sleep in, some pretty tasty meals, and at least a few beers.)

Dad (3 of 4)

Dad (4 of 4)

I'm really happy that I took the time to photograph my dad while he was visiting. Originally, I wanted to document him in his "work" clothes, since that's how I remember him from when I was a kid, but I'm glad that we also made some images of him in his street clothes. (Yes, the hat is a regular accessory.)

I guess it's a little morbid to acknowledge, but there'll be a time when my dad won't be able to come down and help me muddle my way through a project. As much as I'd prefer not to think about that time, when it does come I bet I'll be especially glad to have these images then.