In Fresno, and nearby areas.
The San Joaquin River at Woodward Park.
Incense in the air, like a spirit, in my grandparents’ house.
My cousin and I meet an adorable, friendly cat in the orange orchard at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Fresno.
This kid is all KINDS of precious! What a cutie! He also let me pick him up.
I pass by my old house, where I lived when I was ten. A lot of memories here.
Back in my grandparents’ house, I always want to take in every moment of home. Even the oranges are beautiful.
This dining room is where we have shared many meals together. It’s emptier, now :,(
But still, I remember the joyful things my grandpa created, and I carry them with me.
But this is still the land of angels, and I wish to return again, again…
– Gentle J. Pine