I went out to Christie's old house a couple weeks back and took some photos. It was fun to imagine Christie as a little girl running and playing out here in the rural part of Fountain Inn.





This is one of the big old trees that Christie used to play under when she was a girl. It was so big, the only way to fully capture all of it in one frame was to turn the camera on angle. I thought it made the tree even more interesting.













The other cool find was Christie's old tricycle parked under one of the other old trees. Sometimes our memories fade, but generally there are things like this tricycle even though tarnished is still highlighted in color. The joy that simple things bring...