When I became an empty nester (I prefer the term "free bird"), I experienced mixed emotions. There is the freedom that comes from no longer running from soccer games to track meets and to crew regattas, when Sunday evening arrives and I ask, Where did the weekend go? But with this freedom there is also missing all those big and small moments that the digital photo frame shows me every time I descend the stairs: the birthdays, the holidays, the hugs. I do not ruminate excessively over my childrens’ absence. They have all moved on to positive things and places. Rather, I now capture other fathers’ experiences with their children. In particular, I focus on fathers teaching their children, passing along their knowledge and life skills, as I tried and try to do.