Cry Me A River

The day I took these photos was the day my Mom had passed away. It was around 4:30-5pm on Feb 20th and I’d just driven from the hospital after many hours there and the sorrow of leaving my Mom, and her leaving us.  When I got home, my dog was itching to go out, so we drove down to Ashbridges Bay. When I saw this, I was bowled over by this ‘flood’ of melted snow. It was odd, but beautiful. And it was foggy. I was in a fog. Fog seems to add sadness and beauty to things I find. And silence. Kind of perfect really. I remember posting these photos on Facebook when I got home and messaged a friend asking, “Is it horrible of me to post photos the day my Mom died?” She immediately wrote me back and said, “No, of course not. It’s your connection to people and allowing you to do what you love, with love.” I thought that was sweet. The days that followed this one, the weather spoke to me vividly. There was an incredible sunset the night of Mom’s funeral and the next morning (and late afternoon) sunbeams that shot through the grey clouds. I remember looking up, smiling and thinking she was sending us a message. I haven’t seen an amazing sky since then, but I haven’t really paid attention. Those days were super-charged, and seem to have carried me along.