In the 1980’s I traveled with my folks through the Southwest. We visited a number of national parks and monuments but at Canyon De Chey my mom purchased a refrigerator magnet, reproduced Indian petroglyphs, painted on a bit of flat brown stone. It stayed on her fridge for years as a reminder of our trip together.
After she died unexpectedly in 2004 someone in their church gave my grief stricken dad a small prism which he placed on the windowsill above the kitchen sink. When the sun shines at a certain angle a rainbow plays across the kitchen.
Now, with both of them gone, we find comfort in that rainbow when it glows in mom’s kitchen. And sometimes dad’s rainbow falls for a few brief moments on mom’s magnet, reminding us that life itself is ephemeral at best.
I wrote the above thinking I’d use it for the ephemeral photo challenge. Then I realized the photo was very much like to original challenge photo and I always like to do something different. I’m not even sure I took this photo, I think perhaps husband did on one of his trips to Alabama.
So I didn’t use it. But I like the photograph and the thoughts behind it, so I’m sharing it with you anyway.
Life is ephemeral. Now go hug someone you love.