This photo is one of the threads in the kite string between Dad and me.
It’s an exercise: Observe, reflect, hypothesize, test, and repeat—again and again and again.
It began as an appreciation for the albums mom created and became much more.
The old crab apple tree has sheltered generations and every apple is like a story.
Words are lovely and worth savoring over the long term.
My sister said that I was a story photographer. I’m starting to think she’s right!