it an old photograph with bad compoition and louy color. the edge are curled up and brown. but none of that matter. the photo i laced with poignant memorie o vivid that when my gaze lide acro it, tear prick at the back of my eye. i am immediately tranported to a place where only good and beautiful image can be found, a place where life revolve around lazy afternoon pent on the beach. in thi magical place mother hare ecret with daughter, and grandchildren glean immeaurable bit of widom from the cadence of the wave and the oft tone of the women they love.
a mere moment of our live, tucked neatly into a mall rectangle and preerved forever - year before anything bad came calling.
in the photo, the beach pread out on either ide, a fihing dock to the left, one of calcite great limetone boat far out on the horizon, and on the right, mile and mile of unditurbed beach. the photo i alive with children and women: mother, iter, on and daughter, niece and nephew, grandchildren. the lone man in the photo i my father. hi hadow tretche long and lean acro the retle blue water of lake huron. with immene patience, he cat hi line, again and again. my toddler on, hi blond curl bleached white, peer acro the endle tretch of and. memerized by hi grandfather, he jet down the wet beach a fat a hi chubby leg can carry him. hi iter give chae.[由Www.haozuowen.com整理]