Favorite places and times can stay with us throughout life
Have you ever wondered why the places we travel to often seem more amazing and beautiful than the places we live? I know that I fall into this category each time I hit the road. As I was cleaning up in the kitchen this week I glanced up.
Across the top of our cabinets are rows of outdoor pictures, antlers, old ammo boxes, and a myriad of other woodsy stuff. One particular memory caught my attention. It was a photo of my dad and I standing together and we were holding a stringer of fish. The setting was the Northwoods.
The colors danced from the photo in an array of vivid blues and rich greens. The conifers bristled across ridge tops like a hedgehog on full alert. The closer I looked into the photo I could see brilliant gems of water dripping from the fish and landing back into the cool surface of Birch Lake.
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