First of all, on April 11th, my father Marc Camile Lemieux died after suffering a brain aneurysm the day before and going into a coma on life support. The doctors discovered that he had a case of acute leukemia which is probably what caused the clot in his brain. On the morning of the 10th he collapsed and lost consciousness, which he never regained. On that day (April 10th), I woke up early to watch the sunrise with the full moon in Mammoth Lakes, where I was for the weekend. I spent the morning after that with friends before loading my car and taking the drive home at a leisurely pace so I could take photographs. I normally drive home pretty directly, but I wanted to take pictures along the way. I found out about 4 hours into my drive when my sister called me. About an hour later as the sun was setting, I pulled my car to the side of the road in the middle of the high desert and watched the moon rise as the sun set. It was one of the most beautiful moonrises I've ever seen.
Here are some of those photographs that I took that morning and on the drive South on highway 395.
He was 59 years old
My parents divorced ten years ago and I had not been especially close to my father since, but I will never be able to express in words how much I learned from him and how much he contributed to the person I am today. He had a seemingly endless curiosity about the world around him, particularly all things mechanical, and his ability to fix anything in any situation with only the most minimalistic tool kit available to him is literally the stuff of legends. He was loved by everyone who knew him, even the people who couldn't stand him, and he will be deeply missed not only by me and my family but probably by countless people I don't know and will never meet.