This photo was one of my father’s favourites. He once told me it showed the essence of his family; a pack of busy, dirty, boys.
It is also one of my favourites, although one of the brothers is missing (iirc he was in the back room hiding in the tires.) It is the many details of the image which strike me, things which were important at the time. Dad’s 1776-1976 light in the window. The ever-so-stylish white belt. The Harley-Davidson motorcycle. The Farmington Yankees t-shirt. The milk crate by the pump used by short sons with short arms to wash windshields. The tires and the wiper blades display which had to be rolled out every morning and rolled in every night.
And, yes, the grease and the dirt.
This one is for Marcus.