Day of the Dead

Before reading Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingsolver, I’d always thought of the Day of the Dead as a tacky festival with jangly skeletons and sugar skulls.  Yuck.

Now I see it as an opportunity to remember the dead – my dead – and to continue to appreciate them:  Hugh, Isabel, Nels, Belle, Russel, Jessie, Tom, Bob, Betty, Ruth, Sheldon, and Anne, among them.

In looking for photos for this compilation, I was surprised to see how few I had, at least in digital format. Another thing to remember.  Photography may be a great hobby, even an art form, but it also has its place in recording the faces I love.

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