Papa's hands

My father is an amazing pianist. His favorite genre of music is jazz. Starting in their late teens, he and his brothers formed dance bands that played at various venues throughout the Greater Salt Lake area until he was in his mid-40s. He and my mother met at a dance he wasn't playing at, but one of his brother's bands was. Now in his early 80s, his hands have slowed down and he doesn't remember many of the songs he used to wow us with as children, but his touch is still perfect. After my students finished their piano recital last night, I asked Dad P. to sit at the beautiful Steinway & Sons grand piano so I could take some pictures of him in his element.

I love you, Papa.