My Father

On many occasions, when I was younger, I would come home from school to find my dad sitting at the piano playing for no one but himself, my cat, and my dog. The afternoon light from the window would be cast on seemingly just him as he would tap away at the keys of our old upright piano. There was always a peace and sense of calm that would hang in the air on those days but also, sometimes a slight twinge of sadness. This image is my attempt at recapturing the feeling of those fond memories.