December 9, "Dad's Poles"

The hard thing about someone dying is that it is the end.  That's it.  No more chance to take a better photo, all done.  And that time continues to recede into the past.  That's what I don't like... each day moves us farther away from the time when dad was still alive.  I suppose that's the acceptance part of it- and the "time heals all" part, and the awareness of our own mortality part too.

This is a tiny but long painting, of a few power poles that my dad wired with his dad, back when my dad was a kid and just learning the electrical ropes, so to say...  and they are still standing, somewhere in Rosemount, MN.

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Maybe more power poles are in the works....