I've come to your post late, David, but, oh, so on time. This is a most beautiful piece. The remembrance of Gary, and your dad, is sublimely moving. What blessed memories, and such divine connection. Your photos are magically stunning! We don't know if there are "Trout Streams in Heaven", but I sure hope there are! I hope that these glorious places we find here, the flowers and all, are just a hint, divinely gifted, of what we will see after our worldly eyes have closed. To have waded waist deep, while here, is, agreeably, miraculous. Thank you for writing and sharing such a special piece.
These words are touched by your heart... poignant to the point of gulping back tears...
Your big kind heart will overflow with love and awe as it has here for your friend and many times before dear David, until the very last second of life's breath leaves your body, of that I am certain. Miracles beget miracles, your paths will cross again.
A beautiful prayer David. Photography and wildflower adventures and enchanted encounters with botanical beings, adventures in the wild seeing not another soul. Sounds like there are indeed trout steams in heaven. 💛
Hello, brother. It's taken me a while to drop in here, to thank you for the camaraderie of your note. We do our best to live our best... to make sense of the mysteries that swirl about us throughout our lives...
Your dad and my man, sitting and communicating deeply through eyebrow movements, sly grins, shoulder shrugs, a glance in this direction or that, picking up their implements of choice, a nod and a final chuckle as they part.
All while you and I are throwing up our hands and shouting and "Words, people! Words!! How do I know what you're thinking without words!?!"
"All while you and I are throwing up our hands and shouting and "Words, people! Words!! How do I know what you're thinking without words!?!"
Lordy, that man of yours could find ways not to utter a single one at times that really felt like they needed so many. Nearly pushed me over the edge when we went to Patagonia and needed to sort out bucket list priorities vs travel complexities, but we got through it.
We are all so lucky you found a way into his heart... Love you to pieces...
I've come to your post late, David, but, oh, so on time. This is a most beautiful piece. The remembrance of Gary, and your dad, is sublimely moving. What blessed memories, and such divine connection. Your photos are magically stunning! We don't know if there are "Trout Streams in Heaven", but I sure hope there are! I hope that these glorious places we find here, the flowers and all, are just a hint, divinely gifted, of what we will see after our worldly eyes have closed. To have waded waist deep, while here, is, agreeably, miraculous. Thank you for writing and sharing such a special piece.
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
Your note, not late at all. A gift on a morning grateful for such things. I thank you,🙏 Wendy.
Beautiful story, David. So many details and photos for reflection. One day at a time.
Thank you, Diane.
You fucker, you made me cry again.
Life made you cry, my friend. Life.
And your willingness to live vulnerably, bring your best to friendships and care deeply.
I just held the lens...
These words are touched by your heart... poignant to the point of gulping back tears...
Your big kind heart will overflow with love and awe as it has here for your friend and many times before dear David, until the very last second of life's breath leaves your body, of that I am certain. Miracles beget miracles, your paths will cross again.
Good morning Dear Susie,
"Miracles beget miracles..."
Gonna carry that one around with me all day.
Your note feels like a hand reaching out, resting for a reassuring moment on my shoulder.
I am so grateful for your kind gesture, your generous heart.
Blessings upon you, my friend.
So beautiful David.
I am of the age of passings.
I will keep this writing close.
Thank you.
'I am of the age of passings..."
Wow! Nailed it.
Thank you for the kindness of your note, Susan and for so aptly placing your finger upon the pulse of this life chapter... Big hug of gratitude.
That seems like the miracle to me too, my friend.
a worthy intention and as my friend so clearly demonstrated, an absolutely attainable goal.
A beautiful prayer David. Photography and wildflower adventures and enchanted encounters with botanical beings, adventures in the wild seeing not another soul. Sounds like there are indeed trout steams in heaven. 💛
Photography and wildflower adventures
So many thoughts and feelings which I can relate to. ❤️
Hello, brother. It's taken me a while to drop in here, to thank you for the camaraderie of your note. We do our best to live our best... to make sense of the mysteries that swirl about us throughout our lives...
Beautiful…🧚🏼♀️
That's a prayer I can offer too.
Thank you, Mary. May your day be kind.
Yes, THAT is the miracle, I believe. You articulate it so much better than I ever do, both with your words and your images. Thank you!
Thank you, dear Maria.
May today surprise you with kindness.
Beautiful homage to those you have loved and hope to see again. Your friend looks like he had a beautiful soul.
He really did, Deborah.
Thank you for the kindness of your time and attention, for leaving such an encouraging note.
Written words like this can only come from love and respect. Shine your bright light on those that can see.
Thank you my friend.
May your day be generous and kind.
Your dad and my man, sitting and communicating deeply through eyebrow movements, sly grins, shoulder shrugs, a glance in this direction or that, picking up their implements of choice, a nod and a final chuckle as they part.
All while you and I are throwing up our hands and shouting and "Words, people! Words!! How do I know what you're thinking without words!?!"
Yet we learned, didn't we?
This made me absolutely giggle, dear Donna.
"All while you and I are throwing up our hands and shouting and "Words, people! Words!! How do I know what you're thinking without words!?!"
Lordy, that man of yours could find ways not to utter a single one at times that really felt like they needed so many. Nearly pushed me over the edge when we went to Patagonia and needed to sort out bucket list priorities vs travel complexities, but we got through it.
We are all so lucky you found a way into his heart... Love you to pieces...
You are blessed with deep and abiding love!
Thank you, Jeanne.