This just got a whole lot more personal as our 35 year old son announced on Father’s Day that he was now she.
If I want a long walk at Durand Eastman Park that does not follow the lakes, I take the yellow ski trail.
Last shot on the roll. I was saving it for a view that demanded a photograph. I crossed over the ridge and the park road and was about to head back into the woods and down toward Durand Lake. I looked up.
Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park. I recognized the spot as one I had photographed a week before with the cellphone.
In case you haven’t yet caught on, I love Durand Eastman Park.
I have come to that stage in my life where Father’s Day means visiting my parents’ gravesite.
Different day, but still gloriously bright. I followed a path along one of the ridges jutting out into Eastman Lake.
Were there is bright sunshine there are also deep shadows.
I took the Yashica-D down to Durand Eastman Park a couple times a week ago. Both were exceedingly bright days.
Simon & Garfunkel’s words have been echoing through my head. I don’t feel old, but I will readily agree that it feels strange to be seventy.
Back when I first heard the song in the 1960s I thought seventy was old. I’m not so sure of that now.