There is a very special angel in Dustin’s and Dad’s garden. This time of year all of the blooms are gone and the leaves are falling from the trees. But the angel remains. I caught a photo of the angel with raindrops and thought it was very surreal in black and white.
A striking change from the photos in the spring with the roses surrounding the angel. But seasons change and time forces us to change with it. I know spring will come again and there will be more blooms. But for now I will bask in the surrealism of the winter angel and the raindrops.
My angel my son, your presence is everywhere,
I know you can hear me, I sense you all around me,
I love you and miss you.
Until we meet again, I send all my love up to you.