My mom's younger brother, sketching, circa the late 60s or early 70s. Richard was an architect, and spent a lot of his free time sketching and shooting photos (I shoot in a similar style - some kind of genetic disposition at work there). He passed away due to complications from diabetes when I was four years old. My only memory of him is as this HUGE, cuddly redheaded man with the softest lap of anyone I'd ever met.
Photo Friday for 1/26/07: "Brother"