An evening at the ballpark
My father used to live in a duplex apartment at the end of Sunset Ave. in Bloomington. The street was aptly named. I took this photo six years ago, when Dad was pretty healthy and strong. He may have been visiting his sister in Atlanta on this day.
There was a field at the end of a road called Sunset Ave. Sunset was an apt name for the road because when you traveled on it, westward, late in the evening; you were treated to the sight of the sun’s final journey across the sky in our part of the world. This setting sun […]