Originally Posted by
Roger Feeley
When my dad died, we cleaned out his house and found the remains of all of his hobbies. Seeing all that together I realized what my fathers hobby was. He was a collector of skills. He would try something and when he was satisfied that he understood it and could do it at some level of competency, he would move on. He was a painter (both oil and water), a sculpture in clay and metal, a silversmith, fly tier and many more. There were two common threads to which he kept returning: woodworking and photography. I wondered why and realized that those two pursuits would produce output that would be most appreciated.