A love story retold

A long, long time ago, I watched a movie (somewhere in the mid-80s). I cannot remember who acted in the movie or remember the title of the movie. I do remember the content or bits and pieces of it. I feel a bit soft today and so I'm writing this mushy stuff.

It was about this man who is a professional photographer. He has a wife and daughter. Most of the time he wasn't around when his daughter grew up and thus had problems connecting with his daughter. His daughter hates him. Her father is often away from home and she is wondering why or more like how could her mother ever loved him. Dodging his responsibilities and for what? Taking pictures?

The father took pictures and sells them and with his unstable income, could not provide his family nice goodies. His wife is also terminally ill with some sort of sickness and was slowly dying. His daughter grew up with a strong character and became a good lawyer. His wife died later on. His daugther blamed him for not being with her even till her last breath.

After sometime, he decided to try to communicate with his daughter. He wanted to tell her that he loved both of them very, very much but he doesn't know how. He only know how to take pictures. After some discomfort of approaching his daughter, he managed to coax his daughter to rekindled by going on a camping trip. She went with him as was disappointed, angry and started to scold her father because while camping with her, he took his camera along and took pictures of wildlife.

The father didn't know what to say. He lost his daughter and probably for good but that's all he knows. His life evolves around cameras. He had a photo gallery and he displayed his best collection of personal photographs that he had taken. His daughter miraculously came to see his display.

His daughter went through the pictures one by one. Her eyes began to swell with tears. Not with anger but with love. She saw pictures of her mother and her when she was a baby. Pictures that displayed love. The beauty of those pictures touched her. Then she remembered that she blamed her father for not being there for her but she was wrong on that one too. She saw her high school graduation pictures. Taken by her father from a distant. Her college convocation. Her tears fell from her eyes when she saw a picture of her outside a courtroom. She remembered that moment. It was her first case and victorious one. Her father was there all the time and all the time she blamed him for not being there.

And here's where I forgoten. I had forgotten the ending but I wish I could watch it one more time. If anybody is out there that knows the title of the movie or the ending. I would appreciate it very much if you could tell me. Thank you.