Boyhood Backyard

This is the backyard of the home where I grew up. I really haven't been back much since my dad died eight years ago, and it's probably been four or five years since I have seen it this closely. If a backyard could talk. Sadly, it has fallen into bad disrepair. I spent countless hours in my treehouse in this giant oak. And there's my same basketball hoop. The massive rhododendron is blooming like it always did. We all had our graduation or prom pictures taken in front of that rhody, my graduation shot taken 46 years ago. It's just one of those places...you know?