We do not remember days, we remember moments. (Cesare Pavese)
This photograph of Ballyscanlon Lake has lived on my computer for almost five years now and I remember the moment I took it as if it were now.
It was back in late September 2010, just a few weeks after my father died and I followed the sunset out to Ballyscanlon Lake. I remember nothing of the day involved but will never forget the peace and solitude that I experienced watching the sun setting on that still evening when the air was full of fragrance after rain.
Ballyscanlon was a favourite haunt of Dad’s and I had such a strong sense that night of his presence there with me.
It never ceases to amaze me how particular photographs can bridge time and peel back layer after layer of thought, emotion and experience.
Do YOU have special photographs that are like bridges to precious moments?