The Journey

   

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

52 Weeks. 52 Photos.

When I was young, I loved visiting Nana and PawPaw at Horseshoe Lake, Arkansas. After they died, I never wanted to visit the lake. The canal was barren. Their old mobile-home-turned-permanent smelled like dust. It seemed like we only went there to clean and to fix something. It was nothing without Nana and PawPaw, I thought. But over the past 5 years or so, my family has put a lot of effort into making the lake house a place to relax, to enjoy, to remember. I have grown far less bitter. Rather than a place of mourning or sadness it has become a place of sweet memory. Old memories with old family. Our family has grown since the days of my great grandparents. It is time to make new memories with new family.