Wish She Were Here

I was taking this picture of the sunrise on the beach. It was peaceful and beautiful. When I uploaded the photos I noticed that a little girl who looked about the age Caitlin Anne should be today had run into my shot. I suppose I could say it was a sign. It's not. It's a sad and lovely moment where I am reminded that I should be taking pictures of my daughter at the beach, rather than catching a glimpse of what life should be. I'm glad she ran into the shot. There's so much joy, motion, and life. I'm missing what I do know.

Happy Birthday, Caitlin Anne.

The Journey

As I reflect on our trip to France, I flipped electronically through the pictures, and noted that much of what caught my eye illustrates the journey. A pathway, a stairway, tree-lined roads, doorways and windows--open and closed, and light and not light all provide symbols for this path of life that, in my case, includes the death of my only child. I have not analyzed the depth of some of this pictures beyond that it's clear these were not unconscious choices to snap the images. Here's one of my favorites of the journey.

Illume