A year ago on Easter Sunday, the family gathered around my Dad’s bedside to say our goodbyes. How has it been a year? We were never able to have a proper memorial for him. Some days it all still seems so surreal. Miss you Dad. Every day. Even more when I walk the trails on your beloved land.
I spent a day foraging dried shrubs & pods in the fields and made this monotone wreath. Captured on Polaroid.
xo, Rosie