A fine photo, Tara. Fort Ross. So many memories. 1960s, 1970s. One from the 1980s. Shy Pomo children dancing in an event that my parents brought me to on one of my many visits to the North Coast, before our mother died in December of 1994. Hummingbirds flocking to the crocosmia. The taste of what, as children, we called sour grass. The fresh air. The light. The ghosts.
I'm going back in time, once again, to visit my great great aunt, Lou Goodale Bigelow. I knew "Aunty Lou," and would visit ...
A fine photo, Tara. Fort Ross. So many memories. 1960s, 1970s. One from the 1980s. Shy Pomo children dancing in an event that my parents brought me to on one of my many visits to the North Coast, before our mother died in December of 1994. Hummingbirds flocking to the crocosmia. The taste of what, as children, we called sour grass. The fresh air. The light. The ghosts.
ReplyDeleteVery cool photo. Makes me want to visit Fort Ross.
ReplyDeletelove the fort with the crosses above, so it looks like a church, with the canon out front.
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