Walking down the gravel road to Home Pond in the morning, I saw the early light finding the house I lived in first, after we moved from southern Canada to southern Iowa. I was a baby, we lived there only a few months, and I remember the place only from my visits with my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, as a single-digit human being. Now I do not remember that it was ever home, except when the light finds it.
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I know that house well having lived there for 9 years.
Comment by Richard E Kohlman — August 29, 2012 @ 9:05 am
I didn’t know how long you’d lived there, but I did know you were one of the uncles. 🙂 I don’t know how long I lived there either–I was too little to know about calendars.
Comment by paul davis — August 29, 2012 @ 9:37 am
Lovely setting and wonderful composition Paul, the lighting is wonderful.
Comment by Leanne Cole — August 29, 2012 @ 10:51 pm
Thanks, Leanne. One of those photos that composes itself–I was just walking down the road and there it was.
Comment by paul davis — August 30, 2012 @ 6:30 am