We took a family road trip last weekend to the place Dayne and I first fell in love. Colt had asked to see it; the child has a romantic soul like I’ve never seen in one so young (never mind disabled!). It was a magical day, lovely spring sun and we had a great time remembering and sharing memories with Colt, who was still years from being on this planet, a concept he struggles to understand. I mean, how can the world exist before you’re even in it?! It’s a question that’s hard to answer without scaring the shit out of you 12 year old autistic son who has just had his first brush with death (and he didn’t even remember ever meeting his grandfather).
It was lovely though. All those memories that chained into a string of more and more until Colt tuned out completely and Dayne and I sat and marvelled at all the years and tears that we have passed together. Such experience. So much growth. Love too. Now stronger than I ever imagined one could feel. Kinda neat…. being able to capture some of that in image. ❤
Happily home, on the back deck, sun shining down on my pale winter skin…and look who I caught, singing me songs just to make the day more magical:
I don’t know exactly what it is about rust and old mechanical things that captivates me so, but, I tend to find that if I just go with the shot that catches my eye, not the perfectly balanced and perfectly lit moment in time, the photos come out in a way that makes me feel like I can show you what I see. That’s a pretty cool concept, right there. 🙂
We went to the beach yesterday as it was a clear, sunny spring day and there is nothing that calls to me and my heart like bodies of water. I spent hours….days…of my childhood and teenaged years staring out into the lakes that surround me, watching the endless motion and pull of the tides. I found much happiness yesterday, in those memories and present moments both.