This wet and melancholy photograph tells a story, for me, on two counts. First, and most literally, it is a record of our weather: it has been a wet, cold and dreary week. Second, it is a depiction of my mood on this day, exactly one year since my father died. We are all missing Dad today, but we remember him with such love and fondness that I wish I could post a photograph full of sunshine and the glory of fall, which he would have undoubtedly preferred.
