Saturday, January 19, 2008
remembering my dad
This is one of the cabins my dad built back in the 70's. I didn't live in this cabin but remember a later one he build really well. It had large windows looking over a meadow and a big deck. It was a beautiful spot, something that always mattered to him. From Florence, Italy to Bellfountain, Oregon he was always one to choose a pretty spot. I'm grateful to him for teaching me the power of place. January 17th, 2004 was his 67th birthday and the last time I saw him.
Caro babbo, ti voglio bene.
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2 comments:
oh gosh that made me tear up. What a beautiful little place.
snif. hug.
thanks!
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