Time Slips Away

The picture for this painting was taken in my parent’s back yard. It was the view from their kitchen sun porch. I looked at those trees thousands of times over the years. Rarely did I ever go down there though. It was a long sloping lawn to a pond with the golf course behind. There was no reason to go down there. But the vista was oh so beautiful.

That morning I took the image the house stood empty. Nothing was left—everything had painstakingly found a new home. It was an eerie feeling to see a house that was once so full of life be completely empty. They were gone and now their house was soon to be gone.

I decided to walk the property—maybe for the first time in my life (they had lived there 22 years and I had lived with them during graduate school for several of those years.) But much of the land was just overgrown that I never bothered to explore. So my dog and I ventured out with my iPhone in hand. It seemed a final tribute to my Dad.

I took hundreds of images that morning, then packed the last of my things in my car and drove off for the last time.