St Louis Noir - #256

My first memory looking at the smeared lights at night on the road after the rain. I was on my knees and my elbows were on the dashboard in the backseat of my dad's car. I was in love. The black puddles, the wavy light on the pavement, the rhythmic splashing from the car tires. The floating neon lights from the motels on 66 as we left the Ozarks.

The First Decade

Happy Birthday, Mom.
I remember that dress. It was nylon. I hated the collar.

60s Flat top. The First Decade

Meramec River Club House

Our grandfather built a clubhouse on the river with his two sons. We spent our summers there as children swimming in the river and jumping over snakes along the path.
Every spring the beach changed due to flooding. At one time it was a wide open gravel bar. A tree had fallen into the river blocking water and creating a natural swimming hole for us. We called it The Log. My granddad fly fished off of it.
I recall this moment and my dad asking us to sit on the swing. I was two. It was too high for me so he placed me there next to my older sister. I look the same.