Memories of our Childhood
It was a gray December afternoon, but the forecast called for clearing at the end of the day. The girls were home for a weekend visit for their annual cookie baking day. That meant it was my signal to get out of the way and wander around with my camera until the baking was done and all that was left were tins filled with warm cookies!
As you may have noticed, I am drawn to trees in the winter when there are no leaves on them. The shapes of the branches are fascinating - as if it’s some sort of natural etching against the landscape. I’ve come to realize, I love the rolling hills and open fields of this area of PA where I grew up, now a long time ago. Lines of solitary trees separating each farmer’s fields from the other.
As the forecast came true and the clouds started to give way to the sun, it lit up the fields and trees in a patchwork of light. I started driving back to some locations I saw earlier and came to the intersection of Fairview and Grandview - the honest truth. I chose Grandview.
I looked back into the setting sun, stopped the car, and realized I chose wisely!