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.