Old Mill Remnants at Alley Spring

A friend and I drove about 500 miles today to place his father’s ashes in the same area as his mother’s. On the edge of Alley Spring. A release for him. The beauty of the surroundings was as profound as the moment. I left him to be with his family while I captured images of past and present.

Long day. Full of tedium, too many calories and rain. Of course, the experience of the mill and spring is what I’ll remember.

Time for bed. Goodnight