I'm going to post just one photo of the many that I remember my Dad taking when we were young. Not so much after we got in the middle grades, or I know I would have gotten involved in the process, but I can remember him using our bathroom upstairs to print images at night after it got dark. There would always be new fresh pictures in the morning.
I'm posting one that I scanned this afternoon that Dad took of my Grandfather Mort (Pa) pulling a string of loaded lobster crates near the Town Landing at Winter Harbor in the summer of 1946. The picture predates me, but there is something special to me about my father creating images before I was born.