I spend Thursdays with my father.  He suffers from dementia of one sort or another, most likely Alzheimer’s though the official diagnosis has not been given.

Dad writing at The Great Swamp, Boondocks Boardwalk Observation Deck

The day was beautiful and Dad seemed to have bounced back from the world of fog and forgetfulness, at least temporarily.  Though his balance was still shaky, his stamina was incredible.  We made it all the way to Boondocks Boardwalk and back.  I couldn’t resist sketching him as he attempted to write another poem.  We were sitting in the observation deck above the swampy waters and lush water plants, taking a nice long rest before the long hike back to the car.

Sketchbook drawing: drawn with fountain pen filled with green ink.

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