"Walking up to a stranger’s roadside memorial always feels a little bit like stepping into a church." I like that you stopped for Scott. As I read, I kinda joined in with your reverence, there. It was a solemn read, but also interesting to learn a few details about this well-loved man.
I love your photos, especially the one where his cross points toward the hills---hills that seem to stand as his sentinels under the summer-blue sky. And that puffy cloud right there, too, like a soft, white rose!
Thank you for sharing the heartfelt tribute.
Namasté, Nicole.
This is holy ground…
amen.
"Walking up to a stranger’s roadside memorial always feels a little bit like stepping into a church." I like that you stopped for Scott. As I read, I kinda joined in with your reverence, there. It was a solemn read, but also interesting to learn a few details about this well-loved man.
I love your photos, especially the one where his cross points toward the hills---hills that seem to stand as his sentinels under the summer-blue sky. And that puffy cloud right there, too, like a soft, white rose!
What a fine way to honor him...
It's always a treat to read your thoughts, Toni, a litmus test. Thank you for the gift of your time, your deep reading and thoughtful replies.
Typo alert: Altars.