These Boots Won't Walk

I took a little alone time and went down to this open-air chapel that is surrounded by trees and water. There is always a nice breeze blowing and there is a fine-sounding wind chime hanging from the rafters. It is a peaceful place to be. There is a small bridge that crosses over the water.

I didn't actually go alone. I brought my son's first and last pair of boots with me. The little boots were up high on the closet shelf. My husband had to get them for me. Holding them again brought back so many memories for both of us.
 

I wanted to get a photograph of them on the bridge with it looking like the boots were headed off the bridge into eternity. For a number of reasons, things didn't quite work out that way but I got several shots that pleased me.

Then I brought them inside the chapel and set them up as if someone were in them sitting on the pew. You can see the pond and the trees beyond the pew. It is all wide open on four sides. It is a beautiful and simple little building.

Later I set them up at one of the edges of the chapel, looking out toward another side of the lake. I took several other photos of the boots that were okay. I will certainly treasure them. I also took some of the view of the water and of the building. Maybe those will show up on another day.

I spent time just sitting, listening to the chimes and feeling the breeze blow across my face. I miss my boy something fierce. I carry that always inside me.

Sometimes people don't know, especially if I keep smiling and don't say anything. It's one of my pet peeves, something I try always to keep in mind as I deal with people during the day.

Try to always be aware that the person you are dealing with might have greater pains and problems than what they are showing on their face.