Silent Meditation

Visiting where I grew up this week and before heading out to return home, I went into my father’s office-it is just as he left it; the desk is a little cleaner, but everything else is in place. It has been almost two years since he died and no one feels a need at this point to disturb anything in the room. So I just sat for awhile at his desk and then took this picture of a few of the things that meant most to him; his medical books, his first microscope, a stein from medical school and a plastic model of a heart, which made endless rounds among my siblings and myself for school show-and-tell days.

Image taken with iPhone 4s and processed with Real HDR and PhotoToaster

For today: A Life Lived

A Life Lived

A Life Lived

 

20 thoughts on “Silent Meditation

  1. Having briefly met your father many years ago, and having now lost both of my parents, I was deeply touched by this image. The cycle of life goes on and on…
    Bill Tayon

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