I didn’t see my Uncle Jim very often and when I did, we didn’t really talk much. It wasn’t because of any friction or anything like that we didn’t talk, but rather because I just didn’t know what to talk about. I’m not much of a deep conversationalist at times.<\/p>\n
But when I last saw him on Mother’s Day at Mom & Dad’s house, I purposely sat down next to him for a while and we had a nice conversation. He was interested in the portraits hanging on Mom & Dad’s wall that I had taken last year of Kelli and I, and my brothers family. Having gained some confidence in taking portraits and wanting to share that talent with others, I offered to take he and his wife’s sometime this summer, once they picked out a spot. Little did I imagine that we wouldn’t get that opportunity.<\/p>\n
Jim died unexpectedly today, way too early, in his mid-sixties. He was a peaceful, seemingly easy-going guy, and I noticed that the sky seemed to be the same tonight, as if he was using his talents as a painter, to paint the sky. So I took a moment to snap a photo, in remembrance of him.<\/p>\nngg_shortcode_0_placeholder\n
I didn’t see my Uncle Jim very often and when I did, we didn’t really talk much. It wasn’t because of any friction or anything like that we didn’t talk, but rather because I just didn’t know what to talk about. I’m not much of a deep conversationalist at times. But when I last saw … Continue reading Peaceful, easy Jim.<\/span>