Here it is, four months later, and my dad still hasn't received his birthday present.
So Dad, it's not much of a substitute, but here's a replacement gift. I found this in the most unlikely place. Nestled away in the Mountain Biking Hall of Fame in Crested Butte. During a thunderstorm. I wiled away the lightning bolts while snapping these photos for you.
My dad, an avid model railroader, has loved trains since he was a tot. His dad, my grandpa, gave him a train set for Christmas in 1945, and in 1951, a neighbor arranged for him to ride a real train. My dad has been hooked ever since. He blogs about his projects and even asks my opinion on photography and blog layout every now and then. It's been a lot of fun and bonding, both my dad and me sort of publishing our own electronic newspapers together.
Happy belated birthday, Dad!
If we didn't have so many kids, I would love to turn a room into a train room. They are so relaxing to look at. Great post.
ReplyDeleteAuguri al tuo papa'!!! Anche il mio era ferroviere!Mi dispiace per il tuo regalo;spero che tu riesca a ritrovarlo!!!Ancora kiss!!Civetta
ReplyDeleteHow cool that you can share your blogging adventure together. When I was little, we used to ride the train a lot going to visit my grandma. Good times!
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