"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence."
~ Ansel Adams
When I was growing up my dad rarely went anywhere without his camera, but because he preferred film that produced slides, photos of me as a child are rare. A couple of years ago I began converting his old slides into digital photos. Sometimes the results reveal worlds, and sometimes they seem to expose mysteries.
The house I grew up in had a large yard with apple trees, grape vines, rose bushes, peonies, violets, lilies of the valley, wild strawberries and a trellis-covered "summer house" where we told spooky stories on summer nights. The photo below shows the part of the yard directly behind the house. On warm days in spring and summer we would sometimes have lunch there.
This photo was taken on such a day, and that is all I want to say about it. To me, it invites storytelling. So go ahead — have your way with it.
People take pictures of the summer
Just in case someone thought they had missed it
Just to prove that they really existed
~ Ray Davies