Milton Parker was a physician and a photographer — a man who spent his life looking carefully. He grew up admiring the family doctor, and eventually became one himself, finishing medical school and practicing medicine for decades. Alongside the long hours, there was always a darkroom.

He met his wife, Henriette, at a friend's wedding. They married in Brooklyn and honeymooned by boat — sailing to Belgium to visit Henriette's parents, then on to Switzerland. They raised three children: Eric, Laura, and Kimmy. Milton worked; Bubbe, as the family called Henriette, held everything together at home.

Photography was his parallel practice. Some of his happiest moments, he wrote, were spent in the darkroom, printing a photograph he really liked. When the digital age arrived, he adapted with curiosity — but he always missed the darkroom a little.

Dr. Parker didn't believe in "staying young." Every age has its benefits, he insisted. What mattered was taking care of your health and leading a rational life. He didn't think he'd grown wiser over the years — just that he'd acquired more knowledge. "I will stay the same stupid that I always was," he wrote, with characteristic humor.

Asked if life had been good to him, he answered without hesitation: Yes, Yes, Yes. He was grateful for his health, his children and grandchildren, and for having been able to pursue the things he liked to pursue. The best things in life, he said, were health, contentment, and self-satisfaction — things money can't buy.

This gallery is maintained by the Parker, Schwartz, and Ingall families to honor his memory and share his work with the world.