Dad at 50

We were dressed for church in the fall of 1962, shortly after we moved from Montreal to the western fringes of the Toronto region. I had recently turned 15 in September, and dad was either 50 or a just a few weeks from it. During that summer, I'd had much of my growth spurt and was considerably taller than my diminutive, 5'4" father. I was probably inching close to 6' tall by then and on my way to being almost 6'2".The height difference doesn't show entirely in the photo because I am standing farther from the camera.

We lived in a cottage on the nursery on which Dad worked. Directly across  from our front door lay his greenhouse, actually two and for awhile three greenhouses. There were also two larger greenhouses in another spot on the property, and dad was in charge of them all. He worked hard to keep all his flowers ship-shape.

The view from our front door. Although I left for university in 1967, Dad kept on working there for about another 10 years.

Apparently, he was giving Sue and me a bit of a tour that day. He liked Sue quite a lot, I think.

It was nice to see the old guy in his middle-aged days in the first photo because I tend to picture him more readily in his more elder years, which is where I am at now. However, it is nice to be reminded of any age now that he’s been gone for 27 years.

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Then, after preparing the above, I had the notion to insert me at Dad's ago as he was in 1962. The only photo already on the computer that would more or less work was one of me at 59 compared to his 50. The the ages and appearance were close enough to make it work somewhat, I think, and so I composited as best I  could. The new composite pushed me farther forward that I was in the original photo, so I had to make myself larger because I was much taller than dad.

It was fun to try, and I think it was worth the effort. I know that lighting doesn't match up, but you work with what you have.