I close my eyes and I can hear the wind through the trees
Barefoot I feel the cool water on my feet and the smooth stones underfoot.
My face uplifted I can feel the warmth of the day
And breath in deeply of the grasses.
I am there
This is my dad. I took this shot on a grey, drizzly July afternoon in Montreal. I had taken him to a couple of cemeteries so he could show me where various members of our family were buried. True to form, I toted my camera along and tried to remember the experience through my lens. Barely two months after this was taken, we lost him, leaving me with a stack of disconnected pixels on a hard drive and more questions than answers. I often look at my pictures from this day and wonder whether or not he knew, or sensed, that his life was drawing to a close. They somewhat haunt me, but I still feel compelled to take the occasional look. Today would have been his and my mom's 56th wedding anniversary. Days like this make me wonder what might have been if the universe zigged and did not zag, and remind me why we should be thankful for having had whatever time we were given. #Montreal #Arthur #Levy #zl #family #everything
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