The sky was beautiful in an enigmatic way today. A special sky, in a painterly, whimsical yet grand and exhilarating way. And I thought of dad, as I took these photographs. I miss you, daddy. Every time I look at the sky, I think of dad, and this song from Yentl.
It wasn’t Father’s Day today, but dad was on my mind. Whenever I contemplate my journey in the last 8 years, I wish dad could see me, I wish he could be here to share some of it with me, I wish I could ring him on the phone and tell him all about it. The small piece of sky has opened up into a vast expanse of wonder for me – and dad is in every fibre of the wonderful tapestry.