It was Fathers’ Day last weekend. Remember back that far? I barely can, but Fathers’ Day last year is a standout. Not because Mr D was in any way exraordinarily deserving of recognition, although he is pretty good at the daddy thing. No, it was a stand out because I actually managed to make Fathers’ Day all about me. That’s right. I managed to turn the tide and each Fathers’ Day from that point forward has been and shall be forever more, a chance for me to revel in my own past glories.
“But How?” the weary mothers cry. “How did you manage to make dad’s day of glory a day about you?”
I entered a photographic competition, the Thanks Dad National Photo Competition and won with this corker of Mr D on the day the Little Lion was born:
I’m not sure if I won because of the strange role-reversal captured in the scene or because I was somehow able to take photos with our hefty, four-figure, professional-amateur beast of a camera not ten minutes after The Lion finally made it into the world. Either way, becoming an Award Winning Photographer on Fathers’ Day is a trumpet I am happy to blow for many years to come.