Drawing from a photograph

I love this photo my mom kept from our family travel adventures of 1965. There he is, my father, seemingly at home in the back yard of our rented home on a sparsely-populated Greek island of Eubia.  He told us that beer was the only weapon he needed to combat the beasts that lurked in the hills, but when a ladybug landed on his arm, he shrieked and ran for cover into his study.

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