FATHER OF THE YESTERYEAR

FOUND THIS ONE TODAY in an old album. I'd taken my toddler son out for a woodsy walk-toddle, and couldn't resist this perfect "tree cradle" photo-op. Okay, maybe you could argue that it was Nature's visegrips.

I do hope, Rory, that you forgive me, and that you didn't later develop PTSD (Post-Treematic Squeeze Disorder).