I loaded these photos Sunday night after my trip to Merroir and slapped a quick title on it without having written anything. When I first opened this tonight to put some words around the pictures, I couldn't figure out why I'd called it Old and New.
Then I remembered.
Obviously this is the old part. But not just this outbuilding.
I was also referencing the stark, empty trees whose leaves
have withered up and died over the winter.
Upon closer inspection, however, there is grass growing in this field.
Daffodils wave from under the brush.
And before too long the tree below will be full of new green leaves.
Old and new.
My father's surgery yesterday was a success. He said he was in some mild discomfort last night but no doubt he'll be back to his normal state of "almost perfect" soon.