Years ago, after my father passed away, an archive of his photographs arrived in a UPS box. This trove from my father's eye dated from the first camera he picked up to 1977, when my parents divorced.  This archive predated my stepmother, so they belonged more to me than to her. Best gift she ever sent! I looked for my father in these photos. I found his love of New York and all big cities in his pictures of architecture and the many night scenes he shot of the lights of Broadway,  But mostly, the photos inspired me to start a daily writing practice (for a while!). One photo a day and  500 words. Those stories will go here.