As I look through these pictures from the last trip we took north to visit my parents in Indiana, I (Luke) am reminded of the many memories that I have that involve my boyhood home. Pictures are certainly powerful tools that can stir up a variety emotions and can bring you back to a specific place in time. Not only do I remember the excitement Cat and I had when we looked out from our window and noticed the huge flakes drifting down from the gray skies above, but I also remember…
I remember the pine needles dripping water on a subject beneath as the snow melted and disappeared. I remember the past pets that I have had that made similar prints like this when we would travel to the barn.
I remember all of the great hiding places in these trees for Easter eggs. I remember a trip to Denver that was almost cancelled because of an ice storm. I remember the large evergreen branches snapping and crashing to the ground under the weight of the ice building on the limbs.
I remember when this windmill was put here and the hard time I had putting my hands in the almost dry cement underneath. I remember the similar picture of Cat from our honeymoon. I remember all the smiles and laughs we shared during our week in Crested Butte, Colorado. I remember the autumn hued leaves that used to hide these now bare trees. I remember the times the wind blew so hard the barn and livestock was not visible from the house.
I remember the times that the animals in the barn would pause at the first sight of snow, then run and frolic through it. I remember the snowball that I through at Cat right after this picture was taken.