Usually there is a candle on the table I work at with my easel. I was closing up the other night and had turned off the lights and was walking away when I noticed I hadn’t blown it out. I walked back and put my head down to do it and saw my dad’s flag in its case about 10 feet behind it on the wall.

Took a few moments to think about him.

After I smiled, picked up the camera from the coffee table that was acting as a studio spot and took this shot before heading to bed.