Using alternatives to PhotoShop - I edited this with LunaPic to emphasize the pouring rain.
I have many great memories of my father. I remember him singing and playing banjo, dancing with my mom and telling stories with a twinkle in his eye. I remember his voice and his laughter. One of my strongest and most powerful memories, though, is from a day he made me miserable and angry.
My dad and a picture of the woods above the river
I grew up in the country on the far side of a lake, deep in the woods. It was a 3.5 mile walk to the school bus, though I often shaved some off that by taking deer paths through the woods. That day it was raining and dad offered to give me a ride to the school bus stop. We had gone about a mile when a squirrel ran in front of the car and we could hear a slight thud as it was struck by the car. Dad pulled over to make sure it was dead, but it had run off into the woods.
The blouse is Sakide, the skirt from The Sea Hole and the shoes are rom NYU.
Did I mention it was pouring rain? Worried about missing the bus, I said he must be okay if he could run off like that, but Dad noticed a few drops of blood on the gravel, so he was clearly hurt. He said if he’s hurt, we have to find him so he doesn’t suffer. And so began the day my dad and I spent looking for one squirrel in a forest in the rain. The thing is, in order to find a drop of squirrel blood here, there and over there, you need to look close to the ground and in the trees, so one (Read more...)
