He was a boy, and then a man, but never a father. There were times when he talked of days when he might have a wife and a family but he never got there. I don't often print up and frame my work. I had an 8x10 of this one printed and now have it framed. I'm still thinking about the composition, about whether I want to go back and shoot this shot up again, but with both the background and the boots clear and focused. I don't know. I'm still thinking about a lot of things. Sometimes too many things, I think.
Anyway, I have loving parents so Mother's Day and Father's Day are easy and right for me as a daughter. But as a parent, these holidays are now somewhat difficult because of the missing piece of our hearts. Our home is really quiet this weekend.
Here is another shot where the boots are blurred and the background is focused. Maybe there is some kind of wise metaphor for the process of grieving hidden in these two photographs. I don't know. I'm still thinking about a lot of things. Sometimes too many things, I think. :)