(this post is a continuance from blogs I made previously, please refer to them below, they are number by order)

My best friend Jill had a way with words, she was straight forward and at times, quite blunt. She called it how she saw it and to be frank, it was pretty spot in how others saw it too. After a brief encounter with the sex offender living next door It sent chills up my spine to hear her say “what a gentle spirit he has.” Those where my words! No, those where my thoughts! Those were my feelings! My vibes that I thought were faulty! I didn’t say a word to her.

I smiled and the swirling black fog of doubt dissipate like the sun rising on a cool morning.

Life went on.

A few weeks later my neighbor (antsy as all out, God love her) was pacing her driveway waiting for some tree service men to arrive. She had been anticipating this for some time and today was the day to clear away some lifeless trees from her yard. She’s a humorous character for sure, and sometimes she doesn’t even know how funny she really is. Add a little stress and some ADHD and you have my neighbor!

I met her outside and offered to sit with her until the tree guys got there. The girls had been in my back yard playing and I was experimenting with my camera taking shots of butterflies and flowers. It wasn’t far to wander to my neighbors backyard where I continued snapping shots. I documented the days events as time passed by, I had shots of the trees as the where being limbed down. Pictures of Jillian, beer in hand and hard hat on. Of course she was there, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity to be front and center with the contractor men. I even had a photo of George, helping clearing brush. One picture that stands out in my mind is him laughing with Jill. It represents such carefree spirits, just enjoying life. It forever sits in my treasure box because those are memories I will forever love.

The weather was supurb. The company was nice, the jokes and laughter can be heard still today in my heart because that day of hard work gave us all a bond. As night fell the little street had a glimpse of the setting sun through the clearing of where trees once stood.

That would not be the last time my camera would exercise it’s creativity with that man, George, my neighbor. The same guy breaking free from being just known as the sex offender.