I always loved this picture of my father.
Dad always had this sense of wonder about nature. I suppose that was why he became a physicist. On the other hand, he wasn’t that comfortable with the real world, which is probably why he was a theoretical physicist. His real love was mathematics. After he retired after a long career, he had five books published. The topics ranged from Wave Propagation in Solids and Fluids to Finite Difference Methods In Dynamics of Continuous Media; not real page-turners. In fact, it is not inconceivable to spend several days on one page.
Dad had great love for his family. But nothing prepared him for his first son, Michael, my older brother. He was unreachable.
Dad knew something was wrong from the beginning, but in the early 1950s, there was no support for low functioning, autistic children. Dad never ever gave up, though. He reminded me of Cool Hand Luke.
I caught a great moment once, between the two of them.
It isn’t such a good photograph, but it surely captures something wonderful.