Herb

This is my Father. Quite literally. His ashes are in that blob of glass and sprinkled in the Columbia River beyond. Mystery explained. When this gift was first presented to me, Dad as a paperweight didn't feel right. But then I held it up to the light over the water, and my Dad's stardust was swirling in an upside down universe and it suddenly resonated. The photograph came from looking and playing and missing my Dad.

My parents Herb(on left) and Audrey.