The past week was my grandfather's birthday. Both of my grandfathers were born the same year and about a week apart. This is the one who joined the Marines at a very young age. He took a lot of photos. I have his camera, light meter, and some of his photos. In past blogs I have written about him and I don't know what more I could say about it. As a child I spent a lot of time tacking through the woods with him and helping him in the garden. We fished whenever we could in the lake at his property.
A couple days ago my daughter came to me to tell me there was a dead black snake in the road. I brought it home and proceeded to do with it what I did to the copperhead a few months ago. It made me think of him -- I used to help him clean fish and skin a deer (or at least he let me think I was helping).
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