My father's son

I've not really ever been a fan of the self-portrait when I am the subject and the photographer...would much rather capture images of other people, especially people going about the act of living their lives and not being conscious of someone present taking their picture. So I'm putting myself out there and opening up my vulnerabilities by posting this...

As I looked at the image I realized that I have become my father in so many ways. Not exactly a profound revelation, or even a unique one, but it struck me today that it's not only in my temperament, attitude and outlook on life, but also in the physical. Looking into these eyes I see my father who died 21 years ago this month. In four years I will be the same age he was when he passed. I find it so ironic that I often do this measuring of milestones in my own life against his. Not sure why I do that, perhaps because I miss him still and often wish that I could talk to him one more time.