Grandpa...

Last weekend I was in St. George

My grandparents, whom I dearly, dearly loved, had a second home down there. 

It was a get a way for them, and a place where they could go to escape the realities of cancer.

They loved St. George.

As I walked into their home I was overwhelmed by the reality of their passing.

Everything had been left untouched, as if they were both there yesterday.

My grandpas shoes neatly placed in rows, 

my grandmas folded laundry,

their Book of Mormon.

It was hard.

I took a few pictures in hope to capture what had been left by them only a few months ago.

I want to always remember the lives they lived, and the legacy they left.

Unfortunately I only had about 5 minutes to run in and run out.

I wish I could have stayed there for hours, alone, and document everything.

But I did get a couple of pictures that I will cherish forever.

(I did add texture for an assignment, and I ended up loving the way it added to the emotion of the photographs).