My father, on the right, died in the early ‘60s, in his early ‘40s. He was an engineer who switched to management and did rather well.
His tour photo album is engineering enthusiasm: railways, locomotives, maps, dams, geography, sights, and no pretty girls. He was, as I am, a nerd.
The album is postcards and curate’s snaps. It’s fascinating for me; he’s a man I never knew. He shoots what I would have shot. But he’s different: I’m fascinated by railways as lines in landscape, he’s fascinated by locomotives.
Among the place and enthusiasm are fellow students. Most shots are count-the-heads hide-the-personality poses, but the guys enjoyed themselves. I’m glad.