Deck at Beech Fork

I dumped the camera memory today and stumbled across this photo. It’s of the deck that Susan and I looked at, stood on , sat on, walked across and contemplated that last day together at the Beech Fork cabin. It was our last real conversation and it was real. We talked of all manner of things not the least of which was our friendship and how the years have treated us.

I will miss her. This photo seems poignant to me, but I don’t quite know why.