My brother flew in from Utah, where he was living, to spend last Christmas with the family. A heavy snowstorm blew in on Christmas Eve as my brother was driving over. Unsure where the curb was, and not wanting his rented car to be parked in the middle of the street in case the snowplows came, he inadvertently parked partially in my yard. He learned that when he tried to leave and found himself stuck. The ground was still soft thanks to having been replaced in the big sewer project earlier in the year, and it hadn’t been cold enough for the ground to freeze. His front wheel was in deep, and it took us an hour to dig his car out. It left an ugly hole in my yard.
He decided he’d had enough of Utah in March and made plans to return home. In town briefly to make preparations, one chilly afternoon I found him in my front yard with a bag of dirt and a bag of grass seed, trying to restore my damaged yard. He hadn’t forgotten. That’s my brother’s heart, right there on display. I had a couple shots left on a roll of Arista Premium 400 in my Voigtländer Vitoret LR, so I got a wide shot of the action.
Check out my monochrome visit to Fountain Square in these photos.
