For a moment - the sun shone thru.
The clouds parted.
The river slowed.
Where it has been so grey and dark....there was suddenly light.
How many times did my father come to photograph this river?
To capture its essence? Its magic? Its energy and flow?
By now it should come as no surprise. But - still - it does.
How it goes on.
The river. These mountains. The seasons. The earth and sky.
How time passes. How children grow. How life happens.
It's been 27 years.
And still...and always - on this day I pause.
For one quiet moment.
His spirit. His energy. His enduring light.