The last time I visited my father, not knowing it would be the last time, I visited his garden to take pictures. This time was different. I felt a powerful sense of sadness, which at the time I thought was brought on by the forlorn decay and neglect of the garden. I now think that somehow I had a premonition of his death expressed through the garden. His love of the land brought life to it, and life left them both in the end.