These were taken in 1928 as Dad and Ron explored the construction of St. Andrew's Catholic Church in Pasadena, California. This was later my grandmother's (mother's mother) local parish. Dad had not yet met Mother.
The second of these is the one I like best. The shadowed lines of the bricks and the very graphic look frame his gaze out into the world just right.
Dad was a so-so photographer all his life. He did not take spectacular shots, but very serviceable ones. He didn't cut off people's heads by accident. Most are pretty nicely composed. Some are overexposed and others are underexposed. He saved the ones that were fuzzy. Nearly all are clearly labeled. I have a trunkful of slides he took in later years. I think that in my retirement, I need to go through them.
My offering is from Dad's album today since my desktop is in the shop. It looks like it may well be the motherboard, so decisions are in the offing. We'll know more tomorrow. My laptop has different software, and converting a photo to black and white with it is problematical. I may well set the camera for black and white at some time this week.