My father passed away in January 1994 and my young son, my cousin and I ventured up to our old cabin at Lake Cavanaugh, in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, north of Seattle to scatter his ashes. While we were warming up in the cabin afterwards, I found this photograph in an old album, taken the year I was born. My father was goofing around at the end of a makeshift “dock”. I borrowed the photo and transformed it into this tribute to him: moving from one world to another.

  • Janet StraightArrow
    Posted at 07:15h, 19 December Reply

    What a beautiful tribute and compelling photo.

    • Mary Anne Erickson
      Posted at 10:18h, 22 December Reply

      Thank you so much!

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