Coming Down

Winter has arrived.

Barahona beach wood.

Barahona boats.

Boy in batay 9.

Mom and son. My sunshine.

F A L L

heron

luna moth

The girls.

Hunkie

I love my son's eyes...and everything else about him.

Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm not. Maybe this butterfly was intringued in me, just as much as I was in it? I don't know. What I do know, is that all that came to mind during our long encounter, was my uncle Jerry's eulogy during my dad's funeral. My uncle spoke of the mysterious and fascinating encounters he has had with butterflies since my dad's passing. His first encounter was as he was walking up to the hospital to visit my dad...a beautiful butterfly flying teasingly around him. Sadly, my dad passed away shortly before my uncle's arrival. My uncle spoke of other various visits with these curious creatures. I remember sitting there, feeling envious. I wanted my own magical moments like that. Magical moments that I could find faith in that maybe, just maybe, it was my dad just checking in. And I do have one. Quite a special dream, actually. But I'd like to think that this is another magical moment just for me from him