Mortality: Black and White

Running Ahead and Looking Back I used to think that mortality would go on and on. The starting place was clear but the finish line could not be imagined. I thought that I would always remember things. I could not imagine that things would change as much as they have. …

Here Comes Autumn

There is nothing more beautiful than an autumn day. I have recorded years of days just like this one. They center around family, beautiful weather, good food, things from the garden and animals. Grandpa let the carrots go. And they did. The longer he leaves them in the ground the …

Nothing is Ordinary

Dear Grandchildren: I have embarked on a journey through all of the photographs I have taken of you over many, many years. I am determined to give each of you the photo stories that touch my heart every time I see them. Even without a word of explanation, the photos …

Kindness, Charity and Hard Work

  Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want to know if it hurts. He says . . . …

Pumpkin Harvest Once Again

  FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …

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