by Erik Boone
Every night, I stayed with my dad as he slowly transitioned. He was in hospice. In the morning, I would get up and walk the grounds looking for something new to photograph. I felt like if I looked hard enough, I could always find something interesting to capture. I would look, shoot, and reflect.
In this picture, you can see the sidewalk goes forward and curves. Life does the same thing. It curves and changes direction. Then you notice…there is another pathway that is not paved. It is worn, indicating some have taken this route. Many have taken this route. They left the sidewalk of life. This path leads off into what we cannot see, but we know there is light. We can see the light.
When I reflect on this picture, I see my father leaving.
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