Reflecting

My Dad was very photogenic. When I went to visit I always took at least half a dozen shots of him and my Mom. This was just a casual shot of him standing on the front porch during one of those visits. The dark triangle in the middle of his left retina is where a piece of steel flew off some of the equipment he was working on and hit him square in the eye. He never saw well after that and was fearful of driving much afterwards.