99.99999% percent of my blogs are real estate related. Not this one. Though it involves a location - my dad's property.
Dad died a couple years ago, and we made the difficult, bitter, and heartbreaking decision to sell the property; the way his will was written, we really had no choice.
I have cherished my photos of the land where I grew up. I borrowed my dear friend's photo scanner to start scanning my thousands of print photos to digital.
I came across this picture of my kids sitting on a railroad-tie bridge my dad built, leading to what we always cleverly called "The White Birch Road." This was an old township road that cut through my parent's property, long out of use, lined with my favorite trees - European White Birch. The birch trees are not visible, obviously...duh. Anyway, there's the pic.
I was starting to crop the picture to make the most "relevant" part of the picture show up when displayed in my new digital photo frame:
In doing so, I almost missed perhaps the most precious part of the picture.
If I could only paint, I would paint a picture similar to this image...my dad, walking toward his beloved pond....a friendly happy dog by his side....and maybe a few white birch trees just for character.
Thank God for pictures, and wonderful digital tools allowing me to have three beautiful and tender pictures from one.
We miss you and the good times by the pond Dad.
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