The occasional picnic


My dad was born in this little town, almost 93 years ago. Our trip fell shortly before the one-year anniversary of his death and I was strangely drawn to the place. I wanted to look at my great-grandmother’s grave. You know what? I needed to look at it; somehow I thought that connection would make things feel more right*.

After that, we took advantage of the picnic tables provided by the town, for the use of the occasional traveler, and had lunch before we continue home.

Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016

*Did it? No, I don’t think it did, really.

Posted on September 20, 2016, in Photography and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. How wonderful. Thanks for sharing. May the visit help bring the thankful thoughts and less of the loss.


    • Thank you, Richard.

      September is a tough month – my parents’ anniversary was on the 10th, my dad passed away last year on the 11th, my mother-in-law passed away five years ago on the 12th, and the 13th was my mom’s birthday. We are relieved to see September 14 arrive.


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