Orchid in the Setting Sun

A Farewell

On Thanksgiving weekend, I learned that a significant portion of the original Our Place will be sold on Friday. (For a description of the place for which this blog is named, see here.) The physical Our Place is very dear to me, and I'm grateful that I managed a super quick trip back to say goodbye today. Perhaps I may find words to share about this. For now, a few pictures:

 

 

 

Mississippi River

Wisconsin Lakeshore

Window Music

Kankakee River State Park

There is something miraculous about spring. Simply being alive within this season is a gift.

Bluebells in the Morning

 

 

Changing Light

February Flowers

Winter Apples in the Sun

December Pictures

 

 

Evening before Christmas Eve

Sunset, after storm

December Rain

Old Pictures

I have been looking at some old photographs which I scanned earlier this summer. Here are two featuring my dad as an infant with my grandparents.

 This photo of Grandma and Dad feels to me like such a genuine glimpse into a moment in this young family's life. Grandma was small as a child, and appeared younger than she was even as a woman. She recounted how she used to answer the door of her own home as a married woman, only to be asked by a stranger to go and get her mother.

Grandpa is wearing his World War II uniform in this picture. He was a "flight instructor by instrument" in the Air Corps. In their last year or two, Grandma and Grandpa loved to tell us stories about Dad as a baby and their life on military bases.

Changes: Jayber Crow, first quote

Across 1/2 an acre of field from the home place, an old high school building decomposes like some ancient ruin. The school's chimney is visible on the viewer's right. This school's last graduating class included my mother. 

Quote from Wendell Berry's Jayber Crow

Home Place: summer scenes

Back Porch

White Shed and Sycamore

 

 

 

Window: back bedroom at Sunrise

Through the Window: back bedroom at sunrise