Justfolk's photos with the keyword: 24O21-045-1a

My father’s been dead over twenty-five years. And I certainly do not believe in ghosts. But now and again, out of the corner of my eye, in reflections in windows and the like, I see him. I’m still fifteen years younger than he was when he died, so I’m seeing the man I imagine he was forty-odd years ago. I’ve never kept up well with the times.