Here I am, aged 5, with my Dad kneeling alongside me on a country walk. The photo would have been taken by mother; the camera was his. Later he would buy me my first camera and we would go for long walks with a succession of border collies, him teaching me the names of wild flowers and trees, us trying to learn the names of birds together. Small wonder that, half a century later, when not writing, I’m outside with my camera.
2 thoughts on “Daddy – by Sharon Larkin”
Nice poem sharon