My Grandpa passed away on my third birthday. Even though I lost him at such a young age, I have two vivid memories of him. And these photographs capture those memories perfectly.
Grandpa was a smoker. He used Prince Albert loose tobacco and would hand-roll his cigarettes. He would always let me blow out his match. I thought that was the greatest thing in the world. This photo of him kicked back with a cigarette is just how I picture him in my mind.