Photo Hunt - A Road Now Less Traveled

In the heart of the Black Hills of South Dakota, is a dirt road - eight miles from the nearest town, one mile off the main road. I traveled this dirt road countless times from shortly after I was born until my last trip out there with my own infant son.

This is leading away from my grandparents home. I took this picture as I left their house for the final time. No need to look back this time, I would not see my grandmother's face smiling at me as she waved goodbye, I would not see my grandfather walking to the garage to tinker around so his emotions wouldn't get the best of him.

The property had already been sold on this day, the anchor of my heart had been drawn.

But this road and EVERYTHING that happened on and near it will forever be woven into the fabric of my mind. I look at this picture and memories flood my vision like a dam bursting forth.

Down this road is where I learned the definition of home.

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Cerulean Bill said...

Eloquently said.

Christina said...

eautiful image...even more beautiful words.

Carver said...

That's a beautiful shot and post. I can imagine your many trips up that road.

Corey~living and loving said...

WOW! what a wonderful post. Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart with us.

Thank you also for the really nice comments on my blog. :) I have added you to my reader and will be visiting you often. :)

Have a good day!

Cara said...

Love the picture. I think of the poem that Robert Frost wrote, which remind me of my brother. Thanks for the reminder!

KG said...

Wat a lovely photo. My son, on the other hand, will remember my parents' snooty-assed guard gate for their neighborhood and their snooty-assed neighbors on his drive to or from my parents' house!

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