This photo is from Spring 2013. PhotoGuy needed some trees for backgrounds in his reference library, and I needed to get outside after a long winter. We ate a picnic lunch in an orchard, then he wandered off while I worked in my sketchbook. If I recall correctly, I didn’t make anything worth keeping that day. But this photo certainly captured the afternoon perfectly. Every time I look at it, I can feel the warm sun on my face, smell the fresh earth and hear the birds singing. It takes me back, and the world melts away for a moment. And that is worth keeping.
Pandemonium
Dad’s decline into dementia has been accelerating rapidly over the past six or eight months. When I look back at this journal page, I realize the swirling emotions I felt at the time were due to my own uncertainty, coupled with his inability to allow us – his children – to step in and help. We are a large family, a blend of Irish, English and Norwegian. We are loud, opinionated, stubborn and we fight sometimes. But we laugh a lot – mostly at ourselves – and we love our dad.
Things are much harder with dad now. But we have been navigating the process as best we can. We have more information, and we are learning to trust each other as we proceed. We are planning ahead, and making adjustments for the curveballs. It doesn’t feel so dark and swirly anymore.
I wonder how it feels for Dad?
Waterfall Photobomb
Found this old journal page. What a lovely place to rest during a hot summer hike in the woods. Easily 10 degrees cooler by the water, and the fine mist cools your skin even more. Chip managed one of his signature photobombs, and later found a crayfish.