A little trespassing led me to these three pictures. An elderly lady in my neighborhood wanted to remodel her home; however, she did not have any money with which to pay for the work. A kind contractor friend offered his services pro bono and her dreams were about to become reality until the recession bankrupted him. The house laid abandoned for months and in this stillness I found elements of what could have been.
A quiet walk through the majestic Doric entry way of Rosedale Cemetery, a stop in front of a commemorative monument and a gaze at the inextricable vine symbolic of life's twists and turns are captured in these pictures. How interesting it is to contemplate how one is eternally remembered. I want to be remembered for the difference I made in the lives I touched.