Yesterday I was a tourist in my own city. I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder.
These photos, taken by my father in the 1950s, show a landscape that I love.
My dad died in 2011 just a couple of months short of turning 98. If he were still alive, he’d be turning 100 today. So it seems fitting to celebrate the anniversary of his extraordinarily long life by sharing some of his photos. Continue reading