Some of the revelry at the Torchlight Holiday Parade in Old Saybrook, which was short on torchlights and heavy on fife and drum bands.
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From the category archives:
December
A few years ago, I was driving on a lonesome back road deep in northern VT, shortly before sunrise. I came upon a magnificent draft horse standing alone in a hilly pasture, frosty breath streaming from his nostrils. I quickly pulled over and got out of my car. Alas it was too abrupt a change – the car stopping, the door opening, a human – and it seemed to bring him out of an early morning reverie. He turned his head slowly to look at me, and the moment for the photograph in my mind’s eye had passed. I could only apologize for intruding, and interrupting his communion with the beauty and stillness of that early morning.
This photo above of the English Longhorn came much easier, and though the animal is watchful, I was perhaps less an intrusion. It is the equal to the one that formed in my mind’s eye when I first came upon the scene (which I cannot often say).
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Jim, my younger brother, passed away on 12/13/14, following complications in the treatment of a recently discovered CNS lymphoma. He was (is) an amazing soul, and leaves a HUGE legacy of caring for others.
He came back home after college to live with our parents, and stayed on to care for them following their retirements. He always said that it was an easy decision, and man of few words that he was, would basically just say ” ..well they took care of me..”.
Likewise, I may never forget the care he took, right before his final operation, to arrange continued snow plowing services for his elderly customers, AT THE NOMINAL RATES HE CHARGED.
Family and friends were important to him, and it seems that if you became his friend, you had him, like family, for life.
And he loved the outdoors with a passion, to the extent that he never seriously considered a career track which would have kept him indoors.
The photo above is from a road trip he and I took six years ago – it was the first one I thought of for this post, showing as it does a man comfortable and perhaps at peace with himself.
R.I.P., bro – you were and are loved deeply, by the many whose lives you touched.
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Michael is an artist, poet and brother in faith who happened to need an author photo for a poem coming out shortly in Mason’s Road, an online literary journal, found here. This image from our visit a couple of months ago fit the bill.
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