I sincerely regret not taking enough pictures, especially during times in my life that I now consider to have been major turning points in my life.
My father bought me my first camera, and every camera I ever owned during the course of his lifetime. My very first camera was a Pentax 35 mm film compact point-and-shoot. As the years went by, my father would take my old cameras in exchange for newer, more advanced models. Unfortunately, the cost of film and the processing which came later became expensive, forcing me to conserve my film to one or two rolls per month.
In many ways I am envious of young people today who have access to high-quality digital photography equipment, the likes of which my generation never thought would ever be possible. Young people of today are lucky to be able to capture important and nostalgic moments in life, then store, share, and edit them, all at virtually no cost whatsoever.
During the course of his life, my father took thousands of pictures (most of which he kept in albums), though months after his passing, I found several cardboard boxes filled with sealed, unopened envelopes filled with photographs and their original negatives.
More pictures and memories are now awaiting their digitization stage, and eventually I will have most of my fathers photographs on-line. Sadly, I still lack any audio or video recordings of my father and me. Most of all, my father never took the time to document anything in his personal life, specifically the places where pictures were taken, the dates they were taken, or perhaps most importantly, who appears in the pictures.