Each time they come, I bring them to a different section of Manassas Battlefields, not only for the history, but also for the natural splendor.
This year was particularly meaningful because I could show them some of the places that actually inspired the poetry in my book. My mother especially appreciated the explanations now that she had a live visual to accompany some of the references that had remained vague in her mind.
My brother took several photos.
This black and white photo of the fence at the New York Monuments, which I took back in 2004, is included in my book.
I miss hiking in the mist and hope to return to its moodiness this fall. Hiking in the sunshine with family and friends is a true pleasure, but sometimes it’s the solitude, the mist, the rain or the snow that bring us rarer insights.