He didn't spent too much time with the family. He was really, pretty 100%, into his work that he loved so much. But once in a while, he'll take us to snow or something. Boy, it's a big treat for us because we hardly ever get to go anywhere. Even then, he would have his camera with him. Once we'd get there he'd park the car, and you look around for him - he's gone. Never see him until about four or five o'clock when the sun starts going down and it's time to go home - it's getting cold. Then you wonder where father is...far way beyond, he's walking back towards the car. Soon as he gets to the car he says, "Okay lets go home." And all that time he's roaming around taking photographs of scenery.