My Dad enjoyed the photos he had taken of places he’d been in his retirement years. Once in a while, he would get a blow-up of something he liked and had been impressed by; he entered the original-sized picture of this hoodoos scene in a National Geographic contest.
This moment of being hung in our family room from the 1980s on until recently. We all have our favorite images re. family members that conjure up memories of the individuals and their stories beyond the images.
He once told me a little about the day he and my mother walked around the Drumheller museum trails, but the poem also contextualizes the scene within limits of his life experience and consciousness (imagined) as he took this beautiful picture.