Friday, December 02, 2005

Once upon a time...

Back in November of 1988, Bev, the kids, and I had a family portrait made at the home of Bobby Adamson. That makes Sara 2 years old. The photos we had made were in our van and were stolen right before Christmas. The fishing rods were stolen from our boat at that time. Why anyone would have stolen photos doesn't make any sense, but this one photo was left. It is a small photo and doesn't have a lot of definition once scanned to a large format. But it is all that was left.

Solo

  It is very common to feel a strong, even urgent, need for solitude and to turn inward after a cardiac arrest . Surviving such a life-alter...