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. …
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 …
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 …
It meant nothing to me. It was just a whimsical hat with a label I did not appreciate. I actually wondered why a perfectly nice flowered hat would have such a bright red label with the word Supreme on it when it would have been quite nice without it. Here …
Holden’s quilt went home with him today. He assured me that every morning, before he went to school, he would pull it up over his bed and fluff up his pillow and the matching pillowcase. His mother is planning to paint his room a bright white quite soon and so …
Talmage has a new bedroom . . . all to himself. That means that Holden now has a bedroom all to himself which he used to share with Tally. According to their mother, there is much more peace in the house. I thought that the occasion called for a bed …
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 . . . …
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 …
journal entry: This activity was a hit at our recent family gathering. Brett is the King and the slack line belongs to him but there were many who were ready and almost able to knock him off his pedestal. ( or knock him off of his line ) You would have thought that …
I am a novice when it comes to putting photos-on-canvas. But, I am getting the hang of it. I have finally found my own mixture of things and techniques which suit me. I surprised my daughter with these canvas prints of her children for her new (completely remodeled) little …
