This is my dad and this is his rock. For thirty years or more, he pays at least an annual visit to this rock. And almost every time, we take a picture much like this one. This rock sits out in the lake and you have to carefully navigate your way out to it by tiptoeing on smaller rocks. We all pause and give my dad a quiet moment to commune with the rock. And maybe someday he will share the great mysteries of life he has unearthed while sitting on this rock.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
My Dad's Rock
This is my dad and this is his rock. For thirty years or more, he pays at least an annual visit to this rock. And almost every time, we take a picture much like this one. This rock sits out in the lake and you have to carefully navigate your way out to it by tiptoeing on smaller rocks. We all pause and give my dad a quiet moment to commune with the rock. And maybe someday he will share the great mysteries of life he has unearthed while sitting on this rock.
