My Dad was a printer. The pictures above remind me of him. I've seen him at work, his printing machine was much bigger than the ones above. I used to go to his work place to play table tennis with him and his colleagues.
Father's day was just a few days ago & celebrated on every 3rd Sunday of June. I was moved to create a “card” (actually it’s more of a “page”) for my Dad who, despite my teenage rebellion, has loved me the best way that he knew how.